Teaser

Pitter patter

Pitter patter

The rain drizzled on the car window as the world went by. Everything was a colorful blur. Reds and yellows mixed with greens and blues and a hint of sun was peaking through the crying clouds.

It was a beautiful day. Some might have even called it perfect. In fact, I thought the same too, but perfection's existance relies on the imperfection of others. Unfortunatly, I realized that too late, not that it would help.