When It Rains- When a heart weeps|√

Prologue

Anne—

Ear deafening thunders roared in the hollow grey sky as the wind shushed through the city, creating a sensation down my spine. The city was calm, unusually, wavering the title of being one of the 'busiest' for the moment while the breeze was chilly and soothing, for some reason, that had been brought straight from the Atlantic Ocean making the atmosphere turn all the more exotic.

Almost immediately, I spotted a young couple, maybe in their late teens or early twenties under an oak tree, standing tall across the road of my office building. The boy smiled at the girl while the girl blushed under his loving gaze. She was shivering for to the cold water cascading down her body. As if on the cue, the boy inched closer to the girl and closer till there was no space between them. I watched him snake an arm around her waist and bringing her closer, making the girl turn crimson as he leaned and captured her lips in a slow romantic kiss. The sight accelerated my heartbeats. I felt my heart thumping in the rib cage as a shade of pink overtook my otherwise fair complexion.

Thunder!

I flinched a bit by the loud echo nevertheless didn't budge an inch from the place. The drops had started to invade inside the conference-hall, the soothing sprinkles on my face were tickling the skin, the glass window that was half-opened and half-closed allowed the intrusion of wind along with the droplets. I inched toward the opened portion to observe the earth twirling in a happy dance with my hand stuffed down my pockets.

'It's titillating, Sur! Don't you think?' I said, clutching the cup of coffee tightly. It was soothing, no doubt, but it felt different almost magical. My companion didn't say anything. He never does, still, I waited for his reply. Surya just looked over my shoulder, past the window and zoned out as if reminiscing something. His chocolate brown eyes were staring far in distance.

'I have something for the first rain. It makes me feel...' My voice trailed off as I searched for an appropriate word, but couldn't find any.

'Intoxicated,' the man finished. He had a mixture of emotion dancing in his eyes as if he wasn't there in the conference hall, but was flying far away, maybe travelling in time. 'Like, you are falling in love all the more. Like you can't think about anything but your companion with whom you wanna mingle in the same way, the water is mingling over the surface.' He had said, making me smile in admiration.

Surya was everything I have dreamt of. He was intelligent, clever, and witty and was the man of a great sense of humour. He was handsome with his six feet tall frame, well-built muscles and faded brown hairs, but it was his eyes that had drawn me towards him when we first bumped into each other. His eyes were never calm. Unlike him, it spoke volume and set the tune your heart is craving to listen. They were never silent but talks continuously. Sometimes there is longing, passion, anger and strong hatred for something while at times they would be happy.

The eyes were creating a mystery.

'You are a philosopher, Mr Rajput. Your words can easily steal a heart away. Why don't you write a romance novel instead of managing this shark for a company?' I suggested, taking a large sip of my cappuccino as I 'tried' drop the hint. It has been a while for I have accepted my feelings for him, but confessing it to him was something yet to happen.

'Don't you want to write, Anne? It's perfect. The atmosphere—I'm talking about. The love is in the air. Rain brings its charm. It will make you notice the things you never meant to. It will help you imagine things or whatever you writers do.' Surya said, dodging the topic as he flipped the pages of the file and pretended to read.

'Writer's block!' I sighed, defeated. It was true, my brain was empty. 'I can't think of the sentence, let alone write a whole book. I don't know. I think I need to hear a story to write down one. My brain is all messed up. I just can't think of a weeping story anymore. I don't wanna write a cheesy-romantic tale anymore. I want to write something more real, more fascinating. An unrequited love story...maybe. I just don't know. The era we are in hardly contains such romance. It's all too casual nowadays. I have never seen someone loving anyone with passion, heart and soul. We just switch over people when we can't get them or get bored with them.' I scoffed, annoyed as I stared at the blonde girl who was making out with her boyfriend, wildly. No one could tell that the same girl was all shy a few moments ago.