Again.

It rains again. It simply rains again. The Earth's perfume is what I jokingly call rain. The tapping sound of the rain drops is the music play by the Earth, my own idea, simply distract me from the obsession. This may be a little out of topic here but let me continue. We seemed to be connected in an odd way, I don't know. The idea of having your company, sort of relieving and tempting. It's kind of calming, whatever that I'm thinking, slowly digests through my body to let me feel the emptiness again. What is the recipe for these enzymes that help my thoughts digestion? I need it for the days to come. Random thoughts again.