Untitled #2

And that's when the rain started.
But this time, it wasn't in her head. She could feel it on her skin. Just the dampness of it touching her fingertips, changed everything. For the first time, since the start of summer, she felt alive and less alone in the world.

Author's Note

Something quick. Kind of a follow up from the previous untitled. Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[Stefanie Holmes]

I like the simplicity with this piece. Such a simple concept, but incredible depth with feeling. Loved it!

~Stefanie

[Brook]

Thank you, Stef.

[Luna Zerimar]

Gosh!

You're one talented gal, Brook.

Keep writing sister! You'll become big one day!

[Brook]

Thank you lovely! So are you :)

[s y e]

Poignant but relatable indeed, Brookly. I love reading you, you give me hope.

[Brook]

Thank you, Skye. As long as I give someone hope, that's all I need.

[Simon Welsh]

Beautiful. Nicely written.

[Brook]

Thank you, Elliott.

[Carl Drake Barnard]

Nice I get the back flow of it and I feel the touch of this poem!
I like IT!
:)

[Brook]

Thank you, Carl.

[Cory Barrett]

Poignant and relevant to the feel of humanity.

[Brook]

Thank you, Cory.

[Marcus]

This ones really nice and nicely written, keep it up Brook x

[Brook]

Thank you, Marcus x

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

I like the touch of rain in this piece. Yet you bring warm and sunshine in the end of this piece, stating there is hope after all, and to move on, away from the storm.

[Brook]

Thank you, Greg.