*The rain continues to fall as I look up from my book. My eyes meet yours and I take in all of your distress.* Well, well, what do we have here? Lost and alone? I can see it in your eyes. What brings you to my neck of the woods?
*The rain continues to fall as I look up from my book. My eyes meet yours and I take in all of your distress.* Well, well, what do we have here? Lost and alone? I can see it in your eyes. What brings you to my neck of the woods?