I must burn this book cause I buggered it up

Rain. I write this book in the rain. Rain is peaceful and soothing, as long as you’re not standin in it If you ARE standing in it, it is a pest Such as when you stand in the rain and try to write a book the water soaks the pages, smears the ink, and makes…

I felt something. Something tugging me away from bliss. I slowly gained conciousness. Reluctant to take the final step, I slowly opened my eyes. My room was brightly lit by the mourning sun. At least I thought it was mourning. Who really knows how long I slept in? :: I groaned. It never ceases, the…