Nobody notices tears in the rain.
She sat alone in the hotel room, it was one of the better hotels yet the lights seemed gloomy. The light cast down over her seeping into her mind, her thoughts.
She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror- strangely familiar yet startlingly unexpected. She studied critically- tear washed cheeks smudged red by constant wiping away- she sniffed for the hundredth time. They say the eyes are the window to the soul; her soul must be drowning- the glassy eyes stared back.
Anger fleetingly passed through her mind startling like a lightning bolt, she hated low emotions.
She took a shower hoping the effect of more water to her saturated soul might revive a renaissance of life.
Her mood that night was reflected in the weather- it was dark and the rain was falling- not heavy, more of a spray fine mist falling like a muslin blanket over the streets of London.
She looked up to the stars, a pinprick of light but the rain misted her vision her tears became camouflaged- invisible.
The warmth of the restaurant windows seemed misplaced yet luring- she was escorted to a seat in the window whilst the waiter lit her candle, she gazed into the orange flame……..