It was you.

Prolouge

Rain is nice.
The gentle taps as it falls on windows, on houses, on the ground.
The feeling it gives when walking in it.
Thunder and lightning are also nice.
The booms of the thunder and the flash of light lightning gives.
The night they met, it was raining.
She was walking from work, and he was walking from the bar.
After bumping into each other and saying sorry they talked more.
Slowly they fell for one another.
They met up more and she learned more about his love of music and his home.
He learned about her running away.
They felt perfect.
The rain was special to them.
It was raining when they met.
On their first date.
When they first kissed.
When they made love for the first time.
When it fell apart.
They stood alone, the rain falling heavy.
She told him he couldn't mess his life up.
That she couldn't be there anymore.
He knew why.
She thought she would ruin his plans.
She was right.
She left him, her black suitcase rolling away with her.
His tears were hidden in the small droplets of water falling.
Leigh Daniel Avidan would never like the rain again.
((Hello everyone, this is gonna be a new story and stuff. I had the idea last night and so its happening! Yay!))