Rain Drops ##haiku##haikuchallenge Raindrops spill on my windshield Making lots of noise It makes me feel good

???? I just woke up from a dream that didn't make a whole lot of sense.It featured people in my #life that are of great importance but the events in the dream just didn't seem to make any sense. My girlfriend and I were walking around some shop in the mall and all of a sudden I hear the familiar voice of a family friend who has been in my #life for years. What was weird about seeing him was he wore a weaved cowboy hat when his normal one would be a midnight black. After seeing Eric we were now in some kind of antique shop that I didn't recognize.As we walk around I am listening very carefully and end up catching the voice of my uncle who has been dead since January of this year. I ran hoping that I would see him my heart was pounding in my chest. That was when I saw him sitting at an antique bar talking to someone about how glad he was to never be able to die. I ran out of the antique shop and automatically look for my mom who has been grieving a lot since my uncle passed. I was going to tell her that he is ok now and happy that he doesn't have to worry about dying. I couldn't find her.

You Know You Love Someone You know you love someone When you feel like you belong somewhere You know you love someone When you still want to hold them in the morning after an argument You know you love someone When you can't picture #life without them I know that I have fallen in love with some one special.

What Is A Hero To You? “Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.” ― Brodi Ashton, Everneath Hello fellow writers, Today I wanted to make a challenge that can be put in any format you like. The thing I want you to write about is: What you think a hero is? How does this hero live his or her #life? Why are they a hero to you? Please tag me in it and use this #myherochallenge

The Memory Puzzle #titlechallenge What happened many years ago? A little girl running in the snow Feeling the chill of the winter air Seeing flashing lights dangling from houses What happened years before that? The girl was sick in bed Coughing and sneezing during the big storm There was a tornado coming Who was with the girl? Was she all alone? No she was with her mother Who's heart turned to stone. Years went by and here the girl lies In her deathbed looking into a babies eyes The boy was her grandson It seemed too soon