Right now it's raining from my eyes. They hurt so much, and yet the rain pours down in broken streams. It's like a drought, a flood, at the same time. I don't know why, it doesn't make sense. I don't feel like thinking about it. At the moment, I feel sad, and yet I feel an odd sense of joy. It's all right, and I know that. But it's still raining, raining from my eyes, while the desert is still parched and burning. Today was just like any other day, except perhaps a bit worse. I know so many others must have felt the rain in their eyes before I have, but I don't think it's the same thing. None of this is the same for anyone. And that is why, right now, it is raining from my desert eyes. Everyone takes things differently, and sometimes it's hard to feel fine when something happens. It's raining from my eyes, and that's okay.