Makoto Shinkai

Maybe it’s because they all have umbrellas up—because the rain falls on all of them equally.

I’m a little chilled because

I’ve been wandering in the drizzling rain

all alone

My palms, my forehead, are damp

When did I become so dark?

I’m leaning here like this

waiting for the lights to come on

We’re all sick before we know it. But show me a “healthy adult” anyway. Who could pick one out of a crowd? And hey, at least we know we’re sick. We’ve got it better than most, right?