Space

You know, sometimes I wonder what is space?
I do not mean space as in "I need space."
I meant the space that is beyond Earth.
Outer space, yeah, that's what I meant.
Anyways, what is it again?
Besides just being spacious, dark, gloomy, scary and twinkling with those meteor rocks; in this case, stars.
And I certainly do not want the scientific definition of space.
What I am thingking about is that, why is it there?
What's its purpose?
I mean we are living in something that's (might be) living that's bigger than us, and exsists in something that is bigger than itself.
To make it more simpler: we live on or in Earth, Earth lives/ exsists in space, so where does space exsist?
And so I was thingking...maybe space is creating itself.
For example, there is a sheet of white paper.
It is totally blank and somehow it turned black all of a sudden.
No one spilled any ink on it or colored it.
It did it itself (magic).
Understand where I am getting at?
So I am comparing space to a piece of white paper that can turn it self dark.
Comprendo?

When it rains...

When it rains I get tired.
When it rains I get lazy.
When it rains outside is always dark and gloomy.
When it rains everything is wet and muggy.
When it rains water keeps falling "drip, drip, drip."
When it rains finding shelter is what we always do.
When it rains it smells like fresh water.
When it rains I do not want to get mysef wet.
When it rains it is always cold.
When it rains it is only during the spring and summer time.
When it rains I stare outside my window waiting for it to stop.
When it rains I know the sun is going to come out.
When it rains it just rains.