The rain

The longest journey that awaits me is the way to my strange farewell. Now it's raining. Do you know, the last night it rained, too. Sad. Cool. Heavy. Wet. Rain. Whenever it rains somewhere something always changed. And every time you look at the individual drops, slippery in the cold box, you go back to your memories. Overcame my past as a vague dream. I believe in my dreams like they are everything. I saw the future and felt too much silence. You will be this thing wich I will always miss .... What we  felt when we were dreaming ...