Rain
It began raining, not too violently but just enough to hear the pellets hitting the water.
I watched intriguingly as each single drop created an effect in the pure lake water.
"Why do you like the rain so much?" he curiously asked, leaning his back against the tree trunk.
I kept my eyes forward, relishing the cracking thunder that sounded through the evening sky.
"I have this philosophy. You know, people cry when they can't hold in their emotions anymore. The clouds absorb all of the sadness, grief, loss and pain in the world and when they can't hold in anymore. It rains," I simply stated, watching the color of my jeans turn darker as they get more and more wet.
"I like the way you think," he admitted.
