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 first of the rains arrive during the last days of May.
The once-vibrant view beyond your window grows hazy in the rain. The air is thick, humid, in the first few minutes, before hints of the June chill blow past your curtains.
You reach over to your electric fan, swiveling at setting "three" for the past months, and press the button for "two." Its oscillations slow, the white noise of rotating blades melding with the relentless downpour outside.
You lay in bed, watching young leaves flutter beneath countless raindrops, and bid farewell to the heat of another bygone summer.
