Rain Drops on My Head

I'm Patricia, and here you'll find things on life, the world, people, relationships, and why the rain falls down. Most of it will be stories or babbling brooks or flotsam and junk I find floating around. Feel free to comment and critique.

I watched the snow from my bedroom window. I felt… different when I did. I was not me. I was only some girl in a messy room tracing the path of a snowflake. Seeing it melt into a puddle. Like there is nothing else. I wish I did not feel that way.