the world is still,
under my umbrella,
as raindrops dance
i like the rain when i am not in it. i also like it when i am warm and dry and just staring it. but i also like it when i’m feeling reckless and euphoric and running in it on my own accord (like giggling madly as i run to my car after school has ended without my umbrella and getting my shirt and backpack soaked but being so undeniably happy)
Chaos of Life 