She stood at the window and watched the rain pour down. The skies were now crying for her because she had no more tears in her. As she sat by his side, her tears increased as his breaths slowed. With his last breath, he kissed her hand and closed his eyes. No more breaths. No more tears. Just the rain. The sky crying for those we’ve lost.
You write what you know. Alas, all I know currently is children; specifically my own and a few others. I find it hard to believe that others would want to read my mundane mumbles. If nothing else one day my tots will have a laugh over their mama’s writings. So, if you care to stay and read…enjoy, laugh, be confused (I often am)…or skip it all!