Rain. Wet and cold it reminds me of him too much.
It was all his fault that I was leaving my sunny home of Los Angeles and my loving mother and father to go and live with my cousins.
Sure I shouldn't have said what I said, but he shouldn't have done what he did.
And now no-one can take anything back.
I watched the drops trickle down the window and sighed, what am I doing to my life?
Rain. Wet and cold yet it takes my breath away.