Rain, God, and Love.

Rain has always been a special thing for Kisa. After all, her name literally means rain in Bosnian. In fact, her name means a lot of things, in a lot of languages.

In Bosnia she is rain.
In Sweden she blinks.
In Turkey she chokes.
In Iceland she is a cat.
In Finland she is competition.
In Azerbaijan she is short.
In Estonia she is an outcry.
In Haiti she is "what?"
In Nigeria she is death.
In Indonesia she is a purse.
In Madagascar she is harassment.
In Serbia she is vinegar.
In Kenya she is a story.
And in South Africa she is a reflection.

But in Arizona, she is just Kisa.

Kisa who parties. Kisa who is shallow.
Kisa who used to fall asleep to the sound of rain, but now shudders at it.
Kisa who flirts. Kisa who's a whore.
Kisa who wonders if things will ever change.
Kisa who laughs. Kisa who is just fine.
Kisa who is anything but fine.

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This story of love and revival will fill your soul with pure wonder and spirit for things the eye can't see, and only the heart can feel.

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THANK YOU ALL WHO GIVE MY BOOK A CHANCE!!!!! You are highly appreciated, and i hope you appreciate my book so far. Stick with it, theres big things coming;) I LOVE YOU AND I WILL UPDATE AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE!!!