I tilted my head back to examine the thick, gray clouds that loomed over my head. I couldn't see the blue behind them anymore, but I saw the speed with which the storm moved.
Love hit me that fast and left at the same pace.
I used to be afraid of thunder, lightning, and rain. But as droplets of the sky's tears caressed my face, I guess it was okay to let it wash away the heartbreak every once in a while.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.