Ah, The rain is beautifully relaxing today. Angels crying makes me feel more important as cruel as it sounds. But there's no warmth outside. It's bitter cold. I still like it outside though, Maybe I'll find a blanket in the street but it will already be cold and dirty. Sure I could clean it and make warmth with it. But I have a blanket. One I can't wait to wrap myself in. I'll leave any other blanket I find for anyone else, Because I already have mine.