It's raining
sometimes i look outside my window when it's raining and think of it as a friend
i think of it as someone who can understand and compered.
Then i realize, it's just rain its not a living thing and i'm just lonely trying to find a answer
to my pain.
~I have no clue why i wrote this
i was just thinking and decided to post it because i liked how it came together.
I like it. I completely understand the feeling.
Although I have to admit, I prefer the feeling of it being a friend.
With warmth,
Joanna
Nice little story i like it. :o