sent me an angel up from above.

This is you. With eyes closed, in the rain. Neverthought you would be well, you never saw, as they say ...As ...., like those people who enjoy watching the moon,spend hours watching the waves or the sunset or, or the windin the Willows, I guess you know what kind of people I speak,maybe not. But it turns out you like being so, pelándote ofcold feeling as the water passes your jacket, we arrive at theskin. And the smell. And the feel of the land that hablanda. Andsound of water crashing into the leaves. All thingstalking books you have not read. This is you, who wouldthought.