Do you ever look outside the window when it’s raining and feel some sort of physical pain? You reminisce or you regret or you feel empty with the one that are gone? Do you? Do you have a feeling? Or do you fall asleep to this bittersweet storm? Why are we so scared of the rain, why not just feel blessed by what the earth has to offer? Why not take each day as it comes and why the hell worry for Each storm to pass? Life is too fast to drive fast in the rain, so drive real slow because good things come, good things go, and just like a storm, what seems like a shit day, may too, pass.