Scent of Raindrops

Chapter 1

Scent of Raindrops

Chapter 1

niniamaria

A new day has started. It’s raining again. If I had a choice, I would just stay in bed and rest. But I have a dreamed to work on to. I don’t know what it is exactly, but it’s better than not trying to figure it out.

But ofcourse I procrastinated for almost 30 minutes before finally getting out of bed. Im sure mostly everyone of us do that.

I grabbed my water bottle on the table beside my bed. I forgot to refill it last night. I should get to the kitchen and grab some water.

As I made my way to the kitchen, my toe stumbled on a chair’s leg. I could literally feel the tiny bone bend. This toe has been through a lot of stumbling suffering lately. Moaning in pain, I remembered that I’m not quite yet familiar with my apartment’s arrangement. I just moved here 3 days ago.

Stupid chair.

I don't meant that honestly. I'm sorry chair.

An hour has passed, and I’m still zoning out trying to connect to the sounds that surrounds me. I usually take time to fully connect to the things I surround. From the wind I feel , to the things I touch , to the emotions I feel , and to the sounds I hear.

I’ve opened the window so I could hear the sounds outside. It’s nothing anyone would find any special.

Yet, for someone who couldn’t see a scenery; sounds are scenery to me. I always try to feel the art of sounds and create masterpieces out of it.

It’s been an hour and I could hear people outside, starting their day. I hear laughter and I could feel emotions through people’s voices. It's wonderful.

I slowly walked towards the direction of my balcony and stood there for a moment. I heard two voices of ‘I love yous’. Their chuckles are as soft as the raindrops. The beautiful part of it is how their voices matches each other’s emotions.

Love is a beautiful thing despite of its imperfection. I noticed myself sighed.

Would I ever experience that.

‘Probably not’

I took another sighed as I slowly went back to my sitting area. I got songs to finish to. I'm a pianist and a songwriter . I do all these with passion but at the same time it's my living.

I pressed my point finger on the key and it flows like waves as the rest of my fingers automatically meet the keys on Milly, my piano.

I sang my heart out and burst into tears mid chorus and stopped pressing my keys. I am alone but I am not lonely. Yet I’m also longing for something I can’t figure. What is it…….

Nevermind what it is.

I giggled as I wiped my own tears. A blind girl that cries. Sounds pathetic. For if my eyes can no longer see, it can still reflect what my heart feels; and those reflection are my tears. What am I even crying for. A sense of longing for an unknown.

I took a deep breath and went back on Milly.

2 hours have passed and I decided to make coffee. And life seems to be testing me out lately. I forgot to buy coffee powder when I bought groceries 2 days ago.

Instead of going to buy some coffee powder, I found myself sitting outside on a coffee shop where I get to hear people walk in the side street. And the soft raindrops amidst the traffic.

Despite of the mixed sounds I hear in my surroundings, an ear catching melody caught my attention.

‘What a beautiful piece…’ I said as I felt myself flowing with its melody as I smell an enchanting scent.

The scent of raindrops….

’Soulmate..’

!!!!????? My guard went up went I heard someone talk.

Ofcourse someone would talk, Eliza, you’re out in public and everyone is hearing the same piano as you do, so act up and don’t let them know you’re blind !

‘That piano piece is named ‘soulmate’ by a pianist named Andre Vanzo…’ the familiar stranger said.

The voice seems to know mine.

’Excuse me !? I tried to tilt my head on the direction where I heard the voice.

‘We met again, sunglass lady hehe.’

My eyebrows crossed.

It is him. The man at the pedestrian lane.

‘Raindrops?’ I uttered.

No wonder the scent smells so familiar. Or is it him? Or is it just the smell of the ending raindrops like he said?

The rain is actually stopping. What if I’m confusing his scent from the raindrops? Is it him that smells good or is it the rain?

No Eliza.

It’s no rain, it’s him.

He smells so serene, like raindrops.

niniamaria

Scent of Raindrops