Nothing but the rain.

After an incredibly torturous day of anger, mental anguish, disgust at my fellow humans, disillusionment of any possible future or hope and falling into the grips of pure nihilism, I retreat to my room, my sanctuary and am welcomed by the comforting embrace of heavy rain on my skylight. The natural and very simplest of things can unburden us completely.

“Starbuck, what do you hear?”

“Nothing but the rain.”

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