AN APRIL RAIN

AN APRIL RAIN

          A more combative than it is today a sad falling rain. Kerem, to the tempestuous history of beer while watching the raindrops sad, I remembered the events. What was it struggles to remain sleepless nights that day. And a beautiful girl that Sultan unforgettable. From the moment he saw were filled with indescribable emotion.
         Sultan blue eyes, white skin. Have you laughed a defacık connects everyone in a nice. Hardworking, the words that affects everyone, with all the features of a man's dreams decorate an angel. Was the daughter of a wealthy family. He knew he would not face such a girl Kerem. The son of a poor family, because Kerem. In the struggle with life, shy, does not speak to anyone, was withdrawn. He was handsome, but what He suffered, pressing his struggle so much heavier than that twenty stoop-shouldered, his hair pasty. Current problems forced him to be such a person. Sultan, the beautiful Belle, lived in Kerem knew? Where would you know? Sultan only child of the family. Sultan's family was able to fulfill every request. The principal foreign schools and completed training to work as a bank had begun.
        Kerem pretzel while sometimes, and sometimes it would be turner. Would occasionally şoförlükte. Even painted shoes. At a young age, had gone to school and worked as well. His mother and father, the only son of the house were tied so much rest for Kerem every job, the child was older. Kerem, was very fond of his mother and father, and did his best to not blow them. Children: but his father and his mother was very upset this state. Kerem bedridden father.
Kerem all the work on the house, and her mother left. Kerem, however, did not neglect to go to school. Primary School, graduated from middle school and high school I had to drop out of school in the second year.
        Kerem, the family tried to look for a long time. Even though that leaves no time to read beyond the control of the school did not leave because of the opportunities. Do every evening reading. A long years have passed. Kerem entered the age of 25. His mother, his father died in misery and poverty. And now this child of his office window, looking at the pouring rain. Kerem, the Sultan had seen such a rainy day, it was followed by a long period of time. A long years had passed. Kerem be interested in him at that time knew that the Sultan. Because I always struggle with life in it. I tried worked. Reading a lot of books. He had so many books that, do not read books anymore. Kerem Kerem was not old. Itself is very developed, linking him to speak and who had been one of sohbetiyle everyone. Would generate a very good poems, a publishing house was in the hands of Kerem'deki have noticed this hidden gem. Kerem, his poems had been bleeding wounds ointment ointment, but had not been his own.
        One day I decided to tell everything to go against the Sultan. Sultan's work as a driver, but this time in front of the bank, as a writer, as a lover waiting. Sultan was excited to see that. Is released from the heart for a moment it was like. But I never lost courage. Cut off the front of the Sultan, ignite an envelope into the hands away from there. Sultan knew Kerem. He knew that a long-term follow-up. Took the envelope without hesitation. The eagerly went to the office and opened the envelope. I read in the following verse:

Life is brutal and cruel, you know?
Again, I think of you, I'm crying
Sometimes I'm distracted by the window
I like it but I could not say
Now I'm telling you
I love you so much ...