The day. The night.

I hate the Sun but I love the mist.

Comfort comes to me in the form of a cloud overhead.

When it rains, I let the millions of cold drops of water cover me.

When it rains.

The harsh light of a clear sky scares me.

The burning feeling that others seem to love.

It hurts my head, and I can't understand it.

It hurts my head.

I'm left alone with nothing but humidity.

The horrible place between the rain and the Sun.

But I love it, it gives me peace.

But I love it.

Author's Note

I'm proud of this one.