Drops

It's raining. Tip, tip, tip. I like the sound of rain when the drops hit the roof of our house. At the same time it's both calming and resteless. The idea of going out and dancing in the rain is tempting and romantic but in reality it would just feel cold and bad. I would get sick, again.

Maybe I enjoy listening to raining because I can relate to it. It's raining in my soul too. Tip, tip, tip, drops fall and when they splash to the bottom the sound echoes in the empty space. I imagine it a bit metallic sound, as if drops slowly after each other fall in an empty zinc bucket. 

I don't know why I'm this melancholic. Maybe just because I'm a Finn. We Finns are melancholic and like sad music. Or maybe some screw is a bit loose in my head. Or maybe I'm just too tired and bored, having cabin fever. If it's about that last one, it will be fixed tomorrow and the day after that because it will be MAY DAY!

I just need an umbrella. A colourful one.

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