It was a sulky night, the castle was only a shadowy form. Moon and stars were hiding behind the thick clouds. Water droplets splashed on the stone floor, puddles formed. The terrain was a little less groomed and a little lumpier with stones and peddles. Reflection of the castle and the slightest hint of light was shown in the puddles, as icy wind blew itself, rain crept down my neck, the reflection in the puddles shivered in the same rhythm of me. There were students stepped straightly into the drizzly rain, rushing to the gate, desperate to hide from the rains. At least they still had the energy and urge to run, at this point, I wish I could have fall with the rain. The bitter and sour taste thronging in my throat, I could not speak, nor screaming or crying hysterically. My robe and hair was drenched with water, and my hair dripped with the freezing water. Was the water tears? Or Rain?