Sincerely, Rain

Everytime it rains at night with the cool, wind breeze-like it is now. It reminds me of this feeling, this one memory-but i can never put my hands on it. Its a distant feeling, but it brushes up on my nostrils and triggers at my mind as if its right in front of me.

So i find myself sitting in my car-windows down, listening to the drops of rain and the gusts of wind, enjoying, exploring my memories, and letting the rain seep in to me.