The rain is always a nuisance. But to me, it’s an everlasting comfort. It sits with you on bad days, it always rolls around, even if its life is bad aswell, it won’t ever leave you like people tend to do. It’s a soft background noise, letting you know you’re still here, and it’s here with you. I’ve grown to love the rain, but I still like the silence, even if it’s dim and dull. It’s still my favorite thing after all this time.