It was raining silently outside and I could hear it clearly although the windows were shut.
There were no lights in town, but there's a certain lightness in cloudy days. And that light was reaching the whole bedroom.
Some rain-drops were touching my bed-room's windows in a softly manner while I was seeing a whole back-yard coming quite wet, colouring the scenary as if someone was pouring somo ink in water.
Some wind was moving nothing but somo bushes, and I was still seeing the yard coming wet.
I wanted to touch that rain-drops through the windows and I did it, and when I pull my hand off, I realised that I had blood-drops in my hand. I was shocked not, no reason to feel like... It was raining outside, I was happy therefor.
