Three short stories grouped as one.. bow.

A story about a girl who hates her name, and who hates the rain. Let's join her as she finds someone who'll teach her not only to walk but even to dance in the rain.

Is it true that we are capable of writing our stories or are we intertwined with the playful hands of fate? How much are you willing to give in search of true love and happiness?

My name is Jared, and this is the story on how I fell in love with a stranger, which started with A KISS IN THE RAIN..

another sad love story...