Walking in the rain through the silence of the cemetery,
she secretly hoped for it to rain once in a while after she is gone,
so her headstone, which she also secretly hoped to be of black granite,
could shine with the rain.
She could never afford to have granite countertops in her kitchen,
but she secretly decided to save enough to get herself a black granite headstone or maybe gray!
She continued her walk.
And the trees kept the secrets of granite and rain through the silence of the cemetery.