On the surface, a still lake, you can take away as many pebbles from deep within and never notice it but the lake will still know it is missing a part of it. It will never be the same anymore.

Today is my birthday. In the Rain Calendar, the first day of the first month.

I should be happy right? Why the heavens am I crying? Because the most important person in my life is not with me. Need I expound?

Crystalized rain - hail- on to your heads then!