i'm staying in.

The rain; It screams at me. I hear their murderous wails trailing down from high above: They do not want me out. They beat against the windows, like poison-darts, at my face: They do not want me out. Each droplet is scratching against the floor, eager to engulf me, drown me, now that they've rejoined a greater body in the wells: They do not want me out. They do not want me out...