Bleeding Raindrops

Hello. If you're reading this, you're most likely one of the many who have asked me about my name, and one of the few curious enough to pursue an answer. "What’s with that name? Bleeding Rain, it sounds so depressing. And why all the Pinkamena pics? Are you a depressive person?" The answer is ‘no’, although I do understand your confusion. I honestly just like Pinkamena’s manestyle better. There’s no reason, I just prefer it to Pinkie’s curly hair (although that one lock in front is fun to watch when she moves her head around.). And as for the name? It stems from two things: One; I. Love. Rain. I simply cannot get enough of it. I could probably live in London for my entire life, and never grow tired of it. I have an appreciation for beauty, and rainfall is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. The way a cloud appears to just reach down and touch the landscape below, when you view it from a distance. Simply breathtaking. Or how the ground slowly becomes pepperes with small dots, which gradually become denser and denser until you're dripping wet and you didn't even notice the time pass. I love the rain. I could just stand in it for hours and hours on end. It makes me happy, and I always used to sit in it when I was sad. Which brings me to the next point. Two; I am a very caring, and compassionate person. I’ve always been a willing shoulder to cry on for every one of my friends, and I would bleed for them if I had to. Combine those two things, and I want to literally bleed rain, on my friends, so that they’ll feel happy. Yeah, my imagination is funny like that. So, there you have it, that’s my name: Bleeding Raindrops.