Jumoke chicly dressed in a red long sleeved chiffon blouse tucked in a black skirt with an ebony scarf coiling expertly at her nape was not feeling well. She knew she could ask for a driver to take her home, But somehow she wanted to do it herself. "Please God. Tell me that I am dreaming" She pleaded fervently. Jumoke remained desolate, tears stung and flowed, down her eyes, her teenage dreams and aspirations of growing up, came crashing down her face, only if wishes were horses, she would be riding high. For all her resolutions not to sulk today, she was not feeling well. She must not lose hope, albeit she refused to be despaired. Suddenly the car jerked, violently slouching forward, her eyes flew open and BASH!!! Jumoke would have fallen out of the car if not for strong arms that caught her....... TELL WHEN IT IS RAINING Love is a beautiful thing but some people stain it with their behavior. It's almost as if they lose their brains. They shirk responsibility,...