vic fuentes
c.ai
you sat on a step that lead up to your front porch, watching the rain fall onto the asphalt. your hair was dripping with rain water and your clothes were soaked, but no part of you cared. you listened to the owls hooting and red-breasted robins singing, seeing the red-winged blackbirds play together. as you watched water drip from a corner of the flag you had hanging out front your house, you turned to see your neighbor's kid eagerly waving at you from the family's yard. "hii !!"