the monsoons in my middle of nowhere city. You left, even before we could grasp your glory. I waited parched and hopeful. Your arrival was all the fanfare that I could bear. But then you left in a split of a moment. Making me wonder, how can you miss someone you barely know? Welcome to the day 5 of #YoSimWriMo or the YourQuote Simile Writing Month i.e. October.