By Erika Marie Hestoria At first, the rains were a welcome sight, Thanked by all, a blessing of light. A heavenly gift, they used to say, Making gre...Read more

By Erika Marie Hestoria At first, the rains were a welcome sight, Thanked by all, a blessing of light. A heavenly gift, they used to say, Making gr...Read more

Brown eyes that glow like autumn leaves, A laugh that drums in steady beats, His hair would jump when he would run, A memory bright beneath the sun. ...Read more