meridias
It came down on his head and he realized that every single drop of rain had it's own story to tell. He began to feel infinitely small and felt more foolish than he ever had. He imagined that the rain was touching people he knew and wondered what they were thinking, but just feeling glad that they were under the same sky..
Combinations - some great, some bad. Those that love, those that hate. I see them here, and some over there. On top of hills, and treading through water. One thing I know is that a combo with love, once felt, is a reason to always be happy.