Everybody as a child is scared of thunder.

But not me.

Everybody gets sad when it rains.

But not me.

Everybody gets happy when it’s sunny.

But not me.

In fact I’m able to sleep through thunder and hail.

I become happy when it rains.

The sun hurts my eyes, so I despise it.

In the sun’s happiness I am hurt.

In the rain’s depression I am born.

In the lightning’s scythe, I feel alive.

I don’t feel cold or see how cold I can be.

That is me.

I am depression.