Kita sighed, watching the rain against the window of the dimly lit room. Rainey season was always a trouble for him. It reminded him of things long past, things he wished to forget. Placing his head on the windowsill, he yawned, looking over to his clock. Midnight. He could hardly tell due to the sheets of rain, but he was grateful for it at the same time. Mornings were always fresher after a storm, making him temporarily forget his pitiful situation. Abandoned.