Dear Mia,

There's a thunder storm coming tonight.

I'm hoping you'll be okay,

I know you were always afraid of thunder.

But you liked the rain,

You said you liked the sound of raindrops falling on your roof.

I didn't think it was possible,

But you feel further away from me now,

Than you did when I was in California.

In another country,

A different continent,

With miles and an ocean separating us.

But right now,

Being across the street from you,

I've never felt so far away.