Droplet by droplet, sadness fills the atmosphere.

Rain use to be alright, every once and a while the sound of rain can make me sad for no reason, it reminds me of all the asian dramas that consist of romance and tragedy. I don't know, i just always associated it with a sense of unhappiness, but more commonly, i just felt neutral about it. I'd watch the rain droplets fall towards the ground as they fall in mass numbers. But more recently i've associated rain with the memories of ours, i would say, our memories has revolved around the rain, the saddest and happiest times happened on rainy days. I remember going to the zoo on a gloomy day, walking around was tiring and wet, although it wasnt as good as i expected it to be, wherever i'm with you, it is where happiness will be. Christmas to the aquarium, pancakes on the rocks and Guylian cafe, you looked 10/10 but you werent afraid to wait at the station with a bouquet of roses and a donkey kong bag with your strawberries dipped into chocolate. The moment i saw you in the shirt i got for you, it instantly put a smile on my face. The rain may have ruined my mood on christmas but nevertheless, spending time with you was always the best. But then things changed, rain no longer signified the good times. We'd have arguments and i'd sit at train station waiting for you to forgive me, i'd sit on the bench and just watch the raindrops fall helplessly onto the ground and disappearing. The sound of rain was devastating and will be forever imprinted in my mind for when i waited for you at the train station for 3 hours but you never turned up because you were mad at me. At times like those, the sound of the rain became more and more clear, every drop was heard and echoed within my my head as i slowly fade into the gloominess of the clouds. Those days were tough, loving you was tough.