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.