She was rare as seeing a full moon in the middle of the day.
Unique as the smell lingering in the air after a rainy evening.
Special as the little snowflakes falling over a town that barely
Ever witnesses snow decorating its streets.

But, what happens when the daylight fades away?
When the moon is not that exceptional thing
That makes you look up and admire its everlasting glowing beauty?

When the scent of the rain goes unnoticed between the crowds
Of people...