It was not until I talked to him, that he said:
I think you’ve had it as bad as I had.
Between he said and she said, we said:
sad met sad making good out of bad.
We laughed at our sad lives so bad
Lightning streaked across the sky and in the distance thunder boomed. Dark, looming clouds opened up and let loose all the rain they had been accumulating. Large raindrops resounded off the roof of th...