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 am a bad omen, they say. A bad luck, for some. Despite staring at your soul in an ungodly hour, you have let me in inside your little abode.
I lick my wet fur dry as raindrops trace the window. The warm of the candle strangely feels good. Perhaps, I got used to shivering nights, or the screaming darkness outside?
Am I finally in the right owner?
Do I no longer need to be locked outside?
Can I now close my eyes in peace every night?
Lightnings flash. Thunders roar. Clouds cry a little more, but I'm not scared anymore.
