She would sit infront of the window and watch the rain fall.
There would be a tear running down her face as she would think about her loneliness.
She would think about her one and only love, yet she knows he was not thinking about her.
She would cry and ask God why will he not feel the same way?
She would be angry because she promised herself that she would never get heart broken, but that came all to an end.
As she saw lightning come down, she thought of how a man can leave and stop loving you just as fast as a strike of lightning.
After crying for hours, she lifted her head up, and once again, walked
away from the gloom, and convinced herself that tomorrow will be a
better day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem