it's cold and dark outside. it was raining some hours ago. i'm drinking my evening hot tea and listening to norah jones.
i love rain...
after the anatomy lecture... we had to go to the foreign languages department which was in another building. and it was raining cats and dogs. nobody dared to go out so everyone were standing at the door. "what are we going to do?" maria asked. "i know," i said and took her hand. i pulled her out from the crowd. so we were near the door. i opened the door and... we were out... fresh air, the smell of the rain, empty streets. i was walking soooooo slowly. "hey, are you crazy? hurry!" said maria. "leave me. i like rain. you may run if you want," i said. and she left me. i walked so slowly to the other building. i was looking at the sky while i was walking. i love rain... my tears... that washed my face last night. last night... it was the moment that i realized i was more adult than i thought before... and i cried. and the sky was crying with me... people... once more my classmates thought i'm crazy... yeah, i am... just because i'm not like them... just because i think of someone else's happiness sometimes... just because i've grown up too early... and norah... she sings for me.....