Allison- I hate when it storms.
Charlie- why?
Allison- when it rains the angels are crying.
Charlie- now look who has their own perspective of life. Why? The rain is beautiful.
Allison- it was storming when my family died.
Charlie- you're still shaking. Are you afraid of thunder storms?
Allison-... Yes.
Charlie- what do you usually do when you're by yourself when it storms?
Allison- I cry with the angels.
