Whispers in the rain lingered by the wind and each drop held unspoken words. The world around us is drenched, yet in the quiet between the storm, it's our whispers that fill the space-soft, fleeting, but unforgettable. The rain may wash everything a...
The sky was covered with charcoal clouds along with the drumbeats of the thunders and the hustles of strong winds. Our roof rattles with the directions the wind blows, much to my dismay. I hope that the motor tires I placed there will suffice though, during and after the storm. I can't believe it was where we argued-- fall out too. I wished nature had pitied me enough at that time. To keep themselves silent for a second, the rain dropped in silence so I could hear what he whispered in the rain before saying it was over for us.
