Haruki Murakami. Her doggie in the ground (№ 5225)

In a sense, the rain - this is pure private experiment. In other words, it happens that the mind revolves around rain, but the rain revolves around the consciousness. I'm sorry if someone this phrase seem vague. At such moments, my mind a mess, and I no longer know which side is the rain that I see. But this is too personal experience. In the end, rain is just rain.