| 4:08a |
Alex sat by her window in her lonley apartment, stairing at the sheeting rain outside. It Reminded her of her life in bombay when she was a child. her mother had always loved the rain. every year, at monsoon season, she would always take Alex out into the rain. Alex was teriffiedat first, but she grew to love it. Alex got up to get a pieace of paper, and started to write. She didn't think she was good at poetry, but she figured she would give it a try. 'you, my sun. my earth. the brightness of the stars couldn't compair with the light the shines from within you.' your spirit huants me.' |