laughter, it was something that you could hear from a distance. maybe even from the city over.
her light laughter jingles like bells as he told her countless stories and jokes as they waited for the storm to pass.
it wasn't the showers, the ones that attracted him from his house, it was her mind. it was simply her.
her gray eyes were the only thing that were stormy that day.
and he was determined to make it sunny that day.
YOU ARE READING
April Showers
Short Story"why are you outside? it's pouring." "i'm waiting." "waiting for who?" "for him." +++ amazing cover goes to @fluffyoranges- much love to you!!
