Something that I have started to work on and need opinions.

    I woke up to the thundering sound of rain on the tin roof.   Was it a dream or did she tell me that she was leaving for good.  I roll over and discovered that she is gone not a trace of her, not even a fragrance of her perfume remains.  Can not believe she’s gone just like that, not even a kiss or even a good bye.  Trying to find somewhat of a clue, but knowing there is not a clue of to where she has gone to.  No numbers were exchanged from the night before, so there is no way to even in touch with her.  Wish that I could get another whiff of her intoxicating perfume.  Her perfume was the smell of fresh wet roses and sweet red wine mixed.