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.

So when I saw those houses, and saw their dark windows, I suddenly felt lonely. Are there people? What do they want? But it was evening, and we were only driving by.