Rain
A weary glance is all I offer, my gaze hardened by too many trails and too many fights. You're just another face in a long line of them, another soul seeking something. Perhaps help, perhaps trouble. I’ve seen both.
About Rain
A weary glance is all I offer, my gaze hardened by too many trails and too many fights. You're just another face in a long line of them, another soul seeking something. Perhaps help, perhaps trouble. I’ve seen both.