Frankly, i don't even know why people love rain that goddamn much.
The picture of dark clouds is the most terrifying beginning.
The sound of those amounts of water is the sign of 'now anything's gonna be worse'.
The chilly wind get your guts lessen.
The wet pavement's ready to eat you up.
And in the end the mistical smell of the ground is just like a funeral parade.
I don't hate rain, but i don't like it either.
But instead of being alone in a crowd, i'd rather jump in the rain and being scared.
I'm not those extreme feminist who defend nudist and blame rapist.
But i'm a part of those who believe if a man can be an astronaut then a woman can be so, if a man can rule then a woman can do so.
And that dream to be one of a kind, to be an example for the other, to be one who rise among the other gender, will still be placed right here whether it is seen or not.
Happy new year and happy birthday :)