Dear Mia,
There's a thunder storm coming tonight.
I'm hoping you'll be okay,
I know you were always afraid of thunder.
But you liked the rain,
You said you liked the sound of raindrops falling on your roof.
I didn't think it was possible,
But you feel further away from me now,
Than you did when I was in California.
In another country,
A different continent,
With miles and an ocean separating us.
But right now,
Being across the street from you,
I've never felt so far away.
