Remembering My Friend Bella

Well, I was going to say that falling angel tears froze and became snowflakes but it seems, it was our loss instead of theirs.

Memories can be like rain drops and snow flakes though. Moisture comes down from heaven onto the earth. The sun shines and those little drops of water rise and form new clouds.

These new clouds send back rain onto thirsty land. Sometimes, they delight us with special snowflakes, each one different and unique .....