This afternoon, I was reading a book when I heard two knocks on my window.
Two knocks, just like old times.
Two knocks, just like that of a friend of mine.
Two knocks, just to assure me that everything is going to be fine.
I rushed to the window and I opened it. An old friend was waiting there; waiting to hug me.
And I stood there, feeling the winds on my face, hearing the sweet whispers of what I had missed.
I stood there, waiting for the thunder to roar, feeling my calm in the storm.
I stood there, watching the lightening rip the sky apart, watching beauty form from a silver, jagged line.
I stood there, feeling the raindrops cleanse me, making me realise what I still love the most.
I stood there, meeting my oldest, best friend.
Two knocks was all it took and the rains had found me again.