Letter to rain.
You came to visit me in the middle of the war. My old friend, whom I was waiting for. While looking at your photograph, you rained notes of classical music from the sky onto this surface where the apocalypse had broken out.
You came to visit me in the middle of the war. My old friend, whom I was waiting for. While looking at your photograph, you rained notes of classical music from the sky onto this surface where the apocalypse had broken out.