Rain A cup of tea and me and u ... what a surprising and wonderful life ...

“There are a hundred things she has try to pursue absent the belongings she won't keep in mind and that she can't even let herself imagine about since that's when the birds shout and the worms move slowly and everyplace in her mind it's forever drizzling a sluggish and never-ending downpour.

You will perceive sound that she has absent the country, that there was a gift she required you to have, but it is lost before it reach you. Late one night the telephone will warning, and a voice that might be hers will say incredible that you cannot construe before the relationship crackles and is wrecked.

more than a few years later, from a taxi, you will see an important person in a front entrance who looks like her, but she will be disappeared by the time you influence the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you will imagine of her.

“feel affection for like rain, can encourage from above, drenching couples with a saturated joy. But every now and then under the mad heat of life, love dries on the exterior and must encourage from below, treatment to its roots observance itself breathing.”