She is my rain.

I drove her like I drove the car.

I always did what was needed but it was within my limits.

I was willing to take risks but within my own experience and expertise.

So, in the public’s eyes, I was not a success,

Writing was my dream come true, everyday, in everyway.

For a job or vocation, it was adequate.

But for a thing, I was able to love it more than any other thing.