It rained at early morning today. I woke up in the darkness. It was cold a little and I still lay there under the blanket. You know that feeling is rather comfortable and snug. I closed my eyes not to sleep more, but contact with the cool air of morning and listen to the steady spattering of raindrops on the eave. I read in my mind a poem that is from my monk to welcome a new day: wake up and smile, a new day is coming once more time, may I be conscious and look at everyone with sympathy. I'm thankful that I have another day to live and learn more about this life. The life is colorful, and contains many tastes. Sometimes it's sweet, the other time is bitter. But it's always interesting.