In the middle of the night here I am, sitting, staring out the open window, listening to the falling rain and breathing the nice, clear, fresh air. That's what I call romantic. The sky is a reddish color, as it is usually nowadays, it is silent, only the rain sounds can be heard... and I sometimes stare at the glowing streetlamps, and their pretty aura that gleams off of the bared trees. Oh yes, bloody romantic all right. And I'll catch a cold soon if I don't close the window, so I do. With a sad look, if I might add. I like the smell of the crisp winter air. Too bad it's cold.

Ok, all closed and fresh aired in the room. Happy very much. Still, I must admit, when the rain or snow falls in winter, I usually sleep without and kind of things blocking my view: just the clear glass between me and the outside. And I lay down to sleep like a capital L, so that I can stare out of the window before I go to sleep. And I can see the rainy reddish sky or the grey snowy sky. Both of them are pretty.