August 08, 2013

Photopoetry 3

She sat there in the corner, hugging her knees and rocking in fetal position. She wished it would rain. Pour out as if the clouds were crying and lamenting her loss.

She wished selfishly for it to storm on the city. For fogs to take siege, for roads to be flooded.

Out of nowhere, it began to pour.

Little did she know she could summon the rains at will!

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Maira Gall