...And it rained.

Her hair was spread across his face.
He loved the way they smelt.
He took a deep breath – inhaling the heavenly odour - it brought peace to his otherwise chaotic mind.
He felt secure and protected.

His mind cut short to the first time they’d met. He could see it vividly.

It was a sunny winter afternoon.
Not too cold.
Not too hot either.
Perfect actually.
He entered the bookstore they were to meet in.
His eyes searched the periphery of the upper floor.
Then they lit up.
She was sitting in the far corner leafing through the pages of a book.
He came up behind her and he let out a sheepish hello. She turned.
She smiled.
Everything stopped around him.
All he could see was her smile...and the twinkle in her eyes.

His mind rushed through every time he’d met her during the course of summer.
Every place they went.
Every meal they shared.
Every walk together.
Every movie they saw.
Every conversation they had.

He remembered how she was waiting for it to start raining.
He’d love talking about the rain.
It would light her eyes up...she’d grin like a child.
He could picture her splashing water out of puddles, jumping up and down with glee.
It hadn’t rained till now.
He would pray for rain every morning.
He could see it all right now.
Them walking hand in hand in the rain, the little droplets of water in her hair and her smile - more bedazzling than ever.
But the darned summer just lingered on.

He took a deep whiff.
He could not smell her hair.
His hand searched for her on the left side of the bed.
It was empty.

He woke up with a start.
It was still pitch dark outside his window.
The street was silent.
Not a leaf moved.

He came back to reality.
She’d left him a month ago.

He picked up his guitar and sat by the window.
As he strummed their favourite song, a soft breeze started to blow.
He smiled.
Drops of water started to fall from the sky...
...And it rained.