Sigh.
I licked my lips as they were dehydrated. I am slowly bringing up my body to my black duvet. I heard a brutal thunderstorm outside the house. As I turned to my window, the rains were raining cats and dogs. Wind breeze can be seen that we're swaying harshly through the trees. Sometimes, I feel like the weather means something to everyone. Perhaps there are specific meanings or emotions beneath it that someone can relate to. Nevertheless, today is a good day. Why does it have to be raining?
"Rovina honey, wake up. It's time for breakfast." Mother knocked through my door.
