When I look out the window I can't help but feel a little melancholy. I don't really know what it is. As a kid I used to go out and play in the rain with my little rain boots with all the kids in the neighborhood, splashing away in the puddles and throwing mud balls at every passerby. When I'd come home my mother would scold me for getting the floors wet and the furniture muddy. But when you're five you don't care about any of that. You can't care. What good would caring do? But now I look out the window and I just see the rain.