I am sorry that I am not brave enough...

I wake up from a nap.
I see it is raining outside.
I am so happy to see the rain coming!

Nobody knows I love rain. I love rain secretly.

I turned off the lights,
There is only a lamp with dim light turned on.

I sit in front of the window to stare at the crystal-like raindrops. I am immersed in the calm brought by rain.
I think I genuinely love rain.

“Do you really?” rain asks me.

Do I really?
I never open the window to hug you,
Because I am afraid.
I am afraid that the floor and the carpet will be wet. I am afraid that I will be wet.

Do I really?
I never go outside of the house to welcome you,
Because I am afraid.
I am afraid that people can not understand why I am doing this. I am afraid that people will see me like I am crazy.

“So, you like the sun, right?” rain asks me.

Do I really?
I do not enjoy the heat brought by the sun.
But I always open the window and door to let sunlight goes into my house. I think this is because...
I do not know.

Do I really?
I never like the sunburn brought by the sun.
But I always let sunlight climb up to my body freely. I think this is because...
I do not know.

Do I not know?
I actually know.
When I embrace the sunlight,
People will see me as I am a positive, healthy person. This is the norm. This is what people accepted. Nothing will be hurt; I will not be hurt.

“Nothing?” rain asks me. ...
That is a typical short shower in the summer. The rain stops soon.

Rain,
I am sorry that I am not brave enough.
I am not brave enough to love you aboveboard.