one of my close friends asked me today "why do you just not care, why do you have this whole hate the world thing going on?" i thought to myself and answered "what is not to hate that is of the world?" "the rain," she quickly answered "don't you love the rain" i answered after wondering where my love for the rain had gone "no i do not love the rain. one time a long time ago when i was so nieve i did.  i loved every part of it. the playing and just everything about it." she was quiet. neither one of us had a thing to say, until i found something, "now the rain is just there and only that." it hits the roof  falls to the ground and waters the flowers that i used to care about, the oak tree that repesented strength to me, but now, now all my strength is gone. i have nothing else i am laying in the rain drowning. no love, no strength, nothing left to care for, but then there is you, what happened to that?