Death in the rain

"My love for the rain never changes. Even when the storm scares everyone away, I still stand beneath it, trying to understand the pain the clouds carry. The rain welcomes me like the embrace of a loved one—warm, safe, and accepting. It's the only place where I never feel judged or unwanted. Sometimes I wish I could die in the rain, so that my death would look beautiful on the outside, even if I carried countless scars within." — Myra