Still raining outside. I left my unfinished homeworks on my study table. There's just something in this kind of weather that makes me sad, gloom, and alone but strangely, I want to feel it, feels like home. Maybe these was the feeling that linked to my idea of what is home or what feels like without having a home.For a long time of being on my own, perhaps it is the reason why I'm used to it, learned to like it.