I was watching the cars passed by as the raindrops fall upon my skin. It was like the rain was longing to feel me. I felt the coldness
of its fingers as it reached me. Then it kept on falling. It was as if it was craving for my existence. It was going on until to my surprise—
It suddenly stopped. The breeze was still there but the fingers that touched me didn't anymore. I looked above to see the shadow
of the warm blanket that covered the rain but as to my surprise it had a pair of blinkering eyes, rosy cheeks and a smile, I can't deny—
was indeed beautiful. Is this an angel sent from above? A curve formed from my lips as a sudden thought came through my mind. —
Was he jealous of the rain?
