Pluviophile

[14] - Fate

[14] – Fate

“How did we end up here,

Two strangers,

Meeting again on a rainy day?”

Raindrops hit the pavement

And it pitter pattered up on the roof

As they sat together in an old empty diner

Sipping bitter coffee.

They had run into each other by

Pure coincidence

Yet again, for the second time this week.

The boy stirred his coffee

Even though he knew the rich dark flavor

Would not be changed with any amount of stirring.

“Do you believe in fate?” He asked.

“No,” she said, not looking up from her own cup

“I believe that everything is decided purely by our choices

And if our choices make our lives intertwine

With another one’s choices

Good or bad,

So be it.”

“You don’t think that our meeting is fate?”

“I believe that I made the choice

To go outside

And you did too.

Then I made the choice to enter this diner

And you did too.

So my choice

Collided with yours,

Telling me maybe that

We’re similar persons, with the choice of choices

We made on this rainy day.”