WednesdayRaine

(Flashback) Every time the rain falls down from the cloudy sky, I always wonder why. I question myself on the rain drops beauty on how graceful the water drops fall down and across my skin. The warmth of the summer night sends an unexpected chill. I always felt at home with this type of weather because every time it rains, my father was always by my side. "I love when it rains." I had said into my Father's ear. I was piggy back riding on his shoulders, while we both gaze up at the cloudy sky. Drizzling rain drips down every inch of our bodies till we're soaked through our clothes. "Why is that?" My Father asks. "It's because it always rem