CAUGHT IN THE RAIN. So I watched my window turn misty again. It brings so much memories. The lazy ones, the boring hours, the naughty finds, sweet thoughts, candid pleasures. I lost count. But everytime the rain falls it reminds me of yesterday. How its been, how it was, how it went. And funny how it reminds me of how empty I can be in the cold. Maybe the rain is lonely too, maybe it’s just me. Maybe the rain wants to share my sentiments, or maybe I just need a breather. I can sit by the window and just watch the rain fall and see my window cry harder, but maybe, just maybe, I’m just caught in the rain.