Watching the rain fall fast, there is something about it that always makes me wonder. I always wonder. Why it falls? Or why it's thought to be related to death? Why does it bring so much gloom to the world? As I watch the fog start to arise from the deep valleys to the mountain tops, is it the souls of those who have passed on stil wondering the world? So many questions, so many point of views, but no one has a clue.