RainIt was a beautiful night. It was, really. It didn't matter it was raining. Nothing mattered as long as he had the guitar on his lap.It was quite calming to hear the sound of the rain. It helped him, inspired him. In a way.He let his hand drop from the guitar, making a sound as the fingertips touched the strings. He was humming a rather blue tune at the same time. A song he had written for Mary.He couldn't actually play the guitar. It was just... nice to have it there. It made him feel comfortable, safe.Relaxed.He looked into the rain pouring sky, wanting to live it all... well, all over again. Feel that feeling again. But the train had passed and he had been left alone.So the only thing he could do... was to keep the guitar near.And hear the rain.