Rain. Often thought of as the grey downpour of misery. I personally quite like it. It’s just water- cold water- falling from the sky. It can be a nuisance, and sometimes unenjoyable, but so is trying to walk around and sleep when its sunny- right? In Britain it pretty much rains all year round. Its brilliant. But what about the other type of rain? You know when artist or writers portray people with little clouds over their heads to represent mood; sunny or a white cloud for happy, grey for dull, bored or disappointed, rain for sadness, thunder for anger etc…. That type of rain is what I’m talking about. Some days, I feel like I’m walking around followed by the little pitter-patter above me. Sometime there are days with little rain, only spitting showers that unexpectedly come out of nowhere. It’s not like I’m upset, I’m just feel very down. That’s why they call it a downpour. Some would be worried, and call it depression- but then again, what would I have to be depressed about. I’m and upper class teenager with money to spend, at a posh boarding school in England. I would never think of it as depression. I am happy with myself, and my life. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s funny, isn’t it. No one is probably ever going to read this, and here I am, explaining myself.