Rain.

It's raining and I love it. I enjoy the sound: it's relaxing. It lets me drift away. Far from where I am. Far from where I'm supposed to be. I start to think about everything. I think of my past, I think of the present, I think of my future. But I mostly think about the negative things that are happening or have happened in my life. I think about how I lost people I cared about and how I let people ruin my life. I think about betrayal, people that can't be trusted and situations that ruined a part of me. Situations that tore my heart into pieces and made me lose my mind for a while. But when I'm done thinking about the negative things, I realize that I'm still alive and that I'm still happy. I think about how that can be possible. I think about my friends who've always been there for me, who've always trusted me, who've always respected me. I think about how much friends actually mean to me, how badly I need them in my life. How badly I need them to comfort me, to protect me and to encourage me. I think about how much I actually love them and how horrible my life would be if I'd lose even one of them.
So after a while the rain makes me realize that my life really isn't as bad as I think it is sometimes, because while listening to the relaxing sound I know that me and my friends are able to win the fight. The fight of us against pain, us against fear, us against anger, us against sadness. It's me & my friends against the world. And that's why I love the rain.