Rain on the Road

When it Rains (Part III)

When I stepped out of the low-height micro bus, the rain was already gone The thick solid raindrops almost smashed the micro bus glasses and it was done I wished it were drizzling so I could have fun Bad luck for me poor girl, it was already gone. Had I just taken a breath, I sensed an exotic touch of the coolest breeze Was it … Continue reading When it Rains (Part III)