Ever since I was a little girl, I've looked at the rain and thought they were tears.
I liked to think that maybe the Earth was crying along with me... with the pained... with the happy.
It's funny how I like to personify objects and surroundings, like the mountains and the clouds, and most recently, the trees.
At night when I'm alone, I start wondering if there will be a time when someone will appreciate and understand the same things I do.
Are we all just falling leaves?