Raindrops and stars...
She woke up to the sound of heavy raindrops against her window. It was about 3am. She was surprised that she was actually asleep at that time...
She walked up to the window, just in front of it she had a chest covered with pillows. It was her own little cozy spot. She slid her windows open, the heavy rain gushed inside, a few droplets at a time. She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head, "shut the windows Kimberly, the water is going to ruin the furniture!"
She smiled, now that she lived on her own, she could let the pillows get wet. This rain was not going to stop, so she decided to make herself a cup of hot chocolate and enjoy it while it lasts.
About the same time, a couple of years ago, there she was, out there, getting drenched to her bone, dancing around, walking around, smiling at no one in particular. Clicking pictures, getting her camera wet, hoping to the stars that the pictures turn out okay. Those pictures were for him, she wanted him to feel the rains even though he wasn't there. As far away as he was, she wanted him to know she was thinking about him, by her side, doing the exact same thing that she was.
Rain was still splattering her face, her Jammies practically drenched. The hot chocolate was now cold. She was sitting there, dreaming of the time when rains were good news, it meant happiness. And now it was just another season she didn't like.
As she was staring down at the road, something happened. She looked right at the raindrops glistening in the streetlight, there she saw her, Kimberly, dancing. Calling out to her in the balcony. She didn't know what was happening. She put her mug down and decided to go down. She took an umbrella walked down and stood right under that street light.
There was a harsh gush of wind, her umbrella flew right out of her hand. Right then she felt a warm embrace, something held her, someone held her. It's going to be okay, he said, you're okay and you always will be.
There she was, under the street light, facing the stars, smiling for the first time in years.
She was going to be okay...
She walked up to the window, just in front of it she had a chest covered with pillows. It was her own little cozy spot. She slid her windows open, the heavy rain gushed inside, a few droplets at a time. She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head, "shut the windows Kimberly, the water is going to ruin the furniture!"
She smiled, now that she lived on her own, she could let the pillows get wet. This rain was not going to stop, so she decided to make herself a cup of hot chocolate and enjoy it while it lasts.
About the same time, a couple of years ago, there she was, out there, getting drenched to her bone, dancing around, walking around, smiling at no one in particular. Clicking pictures, getting her camera wet, hoping to the stars that the pictures turn out okay. Those pictures were for him, she wanted him to feel the rains even though he wasn't there. As far away as he was, she wanted him to know she was thinking about him, by her side, doing the exact same thing that she was.
Rain was still splattering her face, her Jammies practically drenched. The hot chocolate was now cold. She was sitting there, dreaming of the time when rains were good news, it meant happiness. And now it was just another season she didn't like.
As she was staring down at the road, something happened. She looked right at the raindrops glistening in the streetlight, there she saw her, Kimberly, dancing. Calling out to her in the balcony. She didn't know what was happening. She put her mug down and decided to go down. She took an umbrella walked down and stood right under that street light.
There was a harsh gush of wind, her umbrella flew right out of her hand. Right then she felt a warm embrace, something held her, someone held her. It's going to be okay, he said, you're okay and you always will be.
There she was, under the street light, facing the stars, smiling for the first time in years.
She was going to be okay...
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