Tear Drops from Heaven

I was thinking of the title of this article. 'Rainny Valentine's Day' or

'Tear Drops from Heaven'? Either one would be nice.
It is possible to make up a happy ending with the former title while

it would be miserable with the latter one...
Am I optimistic or pessimistic? Can I judge myself by my writing?

Or it's just the occassion that make me most cynicle person in the world? Finally I find that I am not the most emotional one.

I
It was rainning when we went out of the bar.
We separated at The Light. David, Karman and I went together.
It seemed not so cold as we all walked fast and were eager to go home.
I was walking and thinking that this might be the heaviest rain I've ever had in England. (I tried to recall...)

My coat became a raincoat, and my shoes got wet.

The rain dropped from my hood and sleeves,

let along poor cap-less Karman. Wet wet wet!
II
After saying good-bye to Karman at the gate of Montague Burton,

my accom, I found that the rain had already formed a stream

in front of my sight.

It flowed so rapidly and broadly that

I found it difficult to cross the 'trouble water'.
I ran through the barriers after all

as I knew that there's nothing can stop me except for myself.
I still miss the tiny happyness sometimes.

I still believe that there are some kinds of love and happy

that could be found by staying together and supporting each other. However I cannot be trapped.
III
It was just an usual gathering of girls (plus David).

However due to the special occassion, I ordered Cosmopolitan

to spoil myself. Ps. I don't order wine or cocktail normally.
I mean it! I really hate myself sometimes.
I am just too sensible that I don't cry and creat trouble.

Why? Why not?
Good answer, but it's rubbish.

Tear drops from heaven turned into fountain of hell.

Allow me to be cynicle.