Late at night in Salt Lake City,the rain poured down.
The sound of the rain was boisterous and could make people feel depressed.
Since Jerry couldn't sleep,he sat by the window to enjoy the rain.
The strong wind mixed with the rain directly wet the corners of his clothes and trousers.Although cold,he didn't feel it,so he lit a cigarette.
Jerry hadn't smoked in almost a year since he had Miles to care for,and he could barely relax tonight without the brat.
Melvin's birthday was painful for him.
Melody gave birth suddenly on a thunderstorm night and failed to leave the delivery room.He had recalled all the scenes.
He felt powerless and regretful about it.He felt colder than the rain and more hurtful than the wind.
Under the smog,Jerry's blue eyes were depressed,and his handsome face was covered with haze.
His silence had been bothered when he heard three small knocks on the door.