Quiet

Rain bothers me. Particularly rain against tall gray buildings. Out by the ocean, or in a forest, I don't mind it so much. But rainy cities, yes. Rainy suburbs are the worst. All those strip malls, drenched in rain. People going about their mundane business is bad enough on a sunny day. In the rain, it's unbearable. Watching a middle-aged lady in nondescript clothes struggling to get her soggy groceries into her nondescript car - how can anyone not get depressed by this? It's not the woman, or the groceries, or even really the rain. It's the idea that we get up in the morning, go to bed at night, and no matter who we are or how special we find ourselves, what we do in between is really just killing time.