729. Esha

Esha was almost happy that it was raining as it disguised her falling tears racing the raindrops down her face landing on her already saturated blue t shirt and jeans Her 5 foot 2 frame shakes with sobs as people run past her without stopping each lost in their own little world leaving her all alone in the deluge A car drives past playing loud music as youth shouted abuse out of the window his words sting her face almost as much as the wind blowing her dark hair around her face A ray of light shines down from the clouds as kindly words are spoken that only she can hear in her mind the rain seems to disappear by magic a small smile starts to spread across her face as the sun comes out to greet her new mood