Looking back at that day, it was riddled with foreshadowing,
the beginning, middle and end
I met you in a downpour and you pulled up to take me to the house, which would be home for the next three days. In the rain, I appeared pitiful but admirable, hopeful but desperate.
To me, you were like a shinning beacon of hope and refuge.
To you, I was the embodiment of hope.
But just like a sudden downpour, it would all come crashing down at once and wouldn’t last forever.
Jarifuller 