Bahirah's horrendous handwriting.

Relaxing in the living room, while listening to the rain, pitter patter, patter pat, she could feel the cool breeze surrounding her, swaying her into a deep slumber...

 'I could sleep for a thousand years.. and still feel this numb.. I love the rain... Sweetness in the rain is the smell.. Feeling the droplets on your delicate skin is.. bliss.. ' 

Then suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, as though she just had an epiphany, quickly went for her journal and scribbled and scribbled and scribbled. She couldn't stop her hand, no, that was not it, she couldn't stop the ideas that were pouring out, like the rain. 

She came to a halt after a few pages. Flipping back, she thought to herself, 'This is amazing. No one in this world has the hidden ability to make sense of what I'd just written. I haven't the slightest idea as well.'

The sound of the rain filled her ears once again, until that was all she could hear...