And it rained on a Summer day

 As I sit by the river, I began thinking of all those things of past and present; questioning myself if I would ever find answers to the ones I never dared to ask. Was I afraid of the answers or the questions itself?

    Running away was my natural instinct when I felt lost in the woods, in the mountains, in that narrow alley; most of the time – directionless.  And so did my thoughts. Sometimes I knew what I was confronting and sometimes it would be myself. I would run and run in my head and hide on the other side. But once in a while, I run into her, like I did on this sunny day. And suddenly, it would rain of all those long-lost thoughts. 

And it rained on a Summer day!


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