The rain was becoming wilder with every passing second. The predicted storm never really came but instead, heavy downfall occurred from time to time. We moved out when it had stopped for a while but now, it has started again.
I felt glad we were inside already. But as a lover of rain, I couldn’t bear to sit far away from it so I forced him to sit beside the several windows with folding curtains, where I could get a taste of the wild and cheerful rain.
I leaned into the soft and light touches of the rain and for the first time: I felt as if I was finally the best version of myself. It seemed abrupt but I wasn’t exaggerating.
“You really do love rain, don’t you?” Elijah asked, somewhat surprised but pleased.
I nodded, and reaching out for a napkin to rub my face, I said, “Rain"s been my
