It rained last night.
I put my hand out through the window, and caught just a drop.
It tasted of the air above, the earth below, the salt of the seas and the warmth of the sun.
And I thought of the mother.
I put my hand out through the window, and caught just a drop.
It tasted of the air above, the earth below, the salt of the seas and the warmth of the sun.
And I thought of the mother.
