It's raining on my keyboard.

I'm sitting and trying to justify why I'm still mad. If I'm so mad, why is it 11.30 and I'm up trying to get him to go to sleep? If I'm so mad, then why do I care whether or not he's okay? The radio is playing the 3rd Green Day song in the past hour, and it doesn't help when I'm trying to just forget about him for a while.

The rain can't be good for the keyboard, but somehow it feels better letting it go.