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...
I pushed the door open. The sky is once again in its crying state. The pouring is quite moderate but the sidewalk is already flooded.
I opened my umbrella and walked a few steps from the entrance of the house. The ground where I stood was the same place I bid my goodbye to him. The goodbye, I didn't know will be my last.
How could you leave this world permanently— leave me? Like I didn't need you anymore.
I've been whispering in the rain too— my pleas. A plea to bring you back in my arms and my life.
