Well, yes. And it seems that nothing is even matter, it's only rain and nothing else.It's a kind of melancholy.
My soul sinks in this sea of grey. Wanna fade away or lay down on a ground with yellow leaves that fell from black trees. Oh, they mostly look like silent sorrowful maidens...
I'm scared a bit.
But fear is beautiful in some ways... Scared beauty, yes!
Now I'll try to change my mood somehow. Maybe, listening for THEATRE BROOK..