rain

It's night. It's raining. I look outside and see tears falling from the black sky. It's cold. We're old. Time passes by so fast sometimes, it's hard to reach out to it and say "Wait! Let me take a good look at you. Let me hold you, feel you, embrace you." No...time doesn't let us do that. It is not a permanent entity, and yet it is always there. For now. For how long? Well isn't that something most of us want to know anyway? I close my eyes and absorb the damp atmosphere around me. Time has taught me a lot of things. And amongst those is, time isn't something I want to gamble with. Regret is for the empty heart, and my heart isn't empty. Yes, we are old. Yes, we are cold. It's raining. So what? I love the rain.