Sadomasochist.

I just love hearing raindrops touching the ground, like the rain finally gave up and gave his all to the earth, or a sorrowful kiss from someone who cannot be loved back. The rain submitted to the earth, with the earth the only one who's benefiting from the rain's sorrow - she felt calm and purified through the tears that is cleaning her profoundly. I can feel sorrow pouring down the earth, but with calmness and a sense of beauty oozing from her.