I have a love-hate relationship with this weather, but it couldn't care less how I feel. This rain, the oppressive grey sky -- they make me restless. They make me want to run away from home. But the sound of the rain and the wind in the swaying bamboo says, "Stay. Stay. Stay awhile longer." I have a love-hate relationship with this weather, but it couldn't care less how I feel.
(notes from the voices in my head)