The Glowing Heart

Walking quietly in the rainy night, a mother holding her child close in her arms. The rain lightly hitting her soft moist brown hair, running down her pale cheeks, "It's funny how I always dreamed of becoming a mom for a little child." She whispered with tears streaming down her cheeks hitting the baby's head softly. "You know I've always loved the rain...... You know why?" she whispered to her child who looked up and giggled. "It's because it always hides the tears of the broken"