The rain started on Thursday but melancholy had slipped into my system long ago. I continue to search for something but think that happiness is too illusive for someone like me. I look my face in the mirror and realize that I'm looking for another but it's a search that seems relentless. Books make me sad and films make me cry but I still relish a good laugh when it comes. Each morning brings new hope for a joyous day and I'm rarely disappointed. I look into my own eyes and realize that I'm looking for another. I welcome the night now as it brings me closer to another day. I'm glad it rained today.