Watching the Rain
She waited at the window, watching the rain fall. She wished she could be out there right now, but she knew she's have to wait. But how the rain called to her. She wanted to escape, from what, she didn't know. She knew though, that the time was soon.
She glanced around. It would be the last time she'd see this place. The last time she'd watch the rain from this window. Behind her, lay a single bag. It held all that was dear to her, all she would disapear with.
The rain fell harder. It was time to leave.