More random ramblings

This time I was inspired by the profound effect that the rain was having on me that day. I haven't been so thoroughly soaked by rain water in a very long time.

"Sorry seems to be the hardest word..." whispers the voice in my ear. Why, on a cold, wet night in the middle of November do these words seem to never have rang truer or louder? Why, on a night like this, do words such as the ones I am hearing appear to hold more weight? Is it that the rain is slowly but methodically seeping through my cheap and dreary coat, chilling my very being to the core, and so having a greater impact on my already melancholy mental and emotional state? Or simply because rain heightens ones ability to be brought into a state of quasi-depression (especially when one is Irish, and by default a pessimist). Who knows? No one. That's who.