It was a rainy day.
I was rejoicing and felt renewed in my soul.
The rain not only washed the land, but it washed through me also.
But it stopped and I felt like the rain went away with something of me.
Where did my joy go?
It is sleep deprivation that makes me resent the rains leaving.
I longed so much for it, that now when it leaves I hate it for going.
I long to pile books and books on top of books and hide under them. Worlds and lives and stories weighing me down.
I am a tiny fish in a world full of whales.
Can you see me?