Thursday, December 6, 2012

Not enough rain

When I was a little girl, that time when my name was Angela, I was in love with rain. I believed it was the angels crying and when I went running though it, I would be washed clean of my sins. I would carry my poor little cat, Tigger out by the neck and throw her in a rain puddle. She did not have the same affection for rain as I did.