Baskadia

Midsummer Rain

It was in the middle of April, I was writing a new chapter of the story between you and me, of how we met and how our ship sail It started with "We were just friends" as I continue writing I reminisced the moments Ha! How I wish this never ends Suddenly I heard a whooshing by the lane I stopped writing and listened I thought it was nothing but it was surprisingly a pouring rain It was in the middle of summer How come there is rain? Is it a sign? or just a mere change of weather? Thoughts of me a