Loneliness

Дитрих Фрэй
It's Raining.
It seems as if the nature is crying.
Pouring out its heart.
I look outside the window and admire the heavy rain drops on my window.
The smell of freshness is intoxicating.
The beauty of the grey sky is breath taking.
At the moments like this this, I wish I had someone special to share it with.
But when i turn around.
There's nobody.
Another tear escapes my eyes, rolling down my pale cheek.
I close my eyes and sigh.
The only one that is with me in the moments like this is Loneliness.
My best friend.