3/30/10-
It drops on my skin like acid with memories of all the days its rained. Whenever it rains it brings a dreary cloud along with the darkness. Little angels smash in puddles as they enjoy it. If there were good events to be remembered with rainy days I would be like those laughing angels, but it just reminds me of the day you became an angel. Whenever it rains I feel my clothes turn black and I’m back at that day. I didn’t have black shoes so I borrowed Lyn’s. Now she won’t even apologize and let me borrow forgiveness. You wouldn’t stand for this. I walked in the rain that day as my make up streamed down my face and was washed away like the good memories, replaced by the last couple of months.
[Mi manchi Nonna]
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