
Rain slips out of the clouds
heavy with thoughts, falling
to the ground. Landing with
plops and plunks, wetting
glistening. The rain gathers
together into rivers, traveling
further and further away.
Thank you for reading my work!
–Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness

Rain slips out of the clouds
heavy with thoughts, falling
to the ground. Landing with
plops and plunks, wetting
glistening. The rain gathers
together into rivers, traveling
further and further away.
Thank you for reading my work!
–Alina