She stood there in the rain, under the bus stop. Her skin shivers at every drop of pearl water. The gusting wind was to no help of the weather. As she stood there, the rain got heavier, the wind gone crazier, the sun no where to be found. She doesn't know for how long will she be standing there or for how long will the weather continue to her dismay, she just know how she stood there waiting. Do not know what she's waiting for, but she will know when it comes. Rain slowly soaked her clothes, clumping them over her skin. On that cold rainy day, she had no one to hold on to.
It was a summer breeze as she decided to take a walk under the sun. Not too hot, but just nice as the bright sky shimmers on her face. The warm delicate feeling, she liked it. With no direction, she just followed the road up ahead and walked for she knew something will be waiting for her up ahead. And when the time comes, when her walk comes to an end, she will know it is worth. Several times, she looked back and thought to herself if this never ending walk is worth it. She doubted not her goal but her capability of making it to the end. She took a step back, maybe just maybe the walk back will give her a nicer road. To what she had not imagine, dark clouds starts to come together and the rain starts to pour, slowly the wind join the fiesta of disaster.
Spotting a bus stop, she took shelter, for she do not know if she wants to continue looking back or moving back ahead. For many times had she been showered with disapproval upon looking back. But for how many times had she been showered with joy when she look ahead? Is the road up ahead really greener? Is the road really worth walking? Or should she just stop now and walk back home?
