"Winds and rains swept over the plains, "She sang," and took my love away."
Her voice faltered, fighting off a tear. " And I don't think he's ever coming back, "she whispered, more to herself"
She took a drink to calm her heart. Eyes turned to a dirty window. "Why, sweet storm did you blow my love from me?
Rain on the window glass beat a response no one could understand. The candle on the table faded out. She sat a long time in the dark, finally finding her voice again.
"Winds swept over the plains," she sang, her tone a little slurred. "And took my love away. " In the dark the storm never gave a reason. |
