“...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...”
“Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will turn rain like the stones.”
“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.”
“I sometimes think I prefer suitors in books rather than right in front of me. How awful, backward, cowardly, and mentally warped that will be if it turns out to be true.”
“Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.”
“I guess you could say I'm allergic to sunlight. If I'm exposed to it, it could kill me.”