Hi everybody. Thanks for taking some of your precious time to read my book. I guess I kinda rushed towards the ending. Sorry if I disappointed any of you. This idea strikes me one rainy night when I was sleeplessy rolling around on my bed. I realise the story is quite tragic, but sometimes that's how reality is. Life is beautiful, when you truly realise you are someone special. My main motive to give you all this story was that tell you to never stop being good. This world is like a mirror. Everyone gives you back what you give them. I also dedicate this story to all the people who suffer from illness. Like April they must all stay strong. And dear readers never lose hope. I would like to take some time and acknowledge some beautiful people who encouraged me. Firstly comes my mom and dad. They encouraged me to keep writing. I would also love to take time and thank my friends. They are dreamer2468 PsychelogicalProblem RhythmicRoyal shinealike46 I would Like to have special mentions to , the first person I told this story to and Varshaa1912 who is very encouraging and appreciates me for everything I do. Thank you. Pls be free to read and review.
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Her Fondness for Rains
PoetryEver since she was a child she loved the rain. The rain loved her even more. winds would send her a strong smell of welcome and the first drops of rain would knock her door, urging her to come out. Tiny drops of rain loved running down her rose red...
