4 years Ago
The sky turned grey, the wind turned windy, the sun turned dimmed, the clouds become thin, and the air become cold, that it shivers my skin to coldness. The rain starts dropping, the rain starts falling from the sky, but still, I am still standing in front of a headstone, from the graveyard. I know people are calling my name to go hide from the rain, but what would hiding do to me? All I wanted was to spend the last hours with him, even though he is already buried deep inside this land. I know to myself, that, his soul, his spirits, is still with me, that he is still with us, watching over us, guiding us from everything that will happen to our life, from everything that we will face, he will always be there.
Even though the rain starts to blurred my vision, I can still read t
