As the doorknob turns, I wave goodbye to Mr. Nishio and wish the doctors, nurses, and front desk workers a safe trip home.
I step outside and it's raining.
Wait… There was nothing in the weather report this morning about this!
There are about three blocks until I arrive at the bus stop that will give me a ride home. Three blocks in the rain.
I grumble and lift my waterproof folder case to use as a makeshift hat. To keep the rain off my face.
The wind picks up.
I bow more to the weather and struggle with my shoulder bag.
My vision gets blurrier and worse as the water droplets pelt against my glasses.
Urgh, why now…?
Then the rain stops. Abruptly. Well, more specifically, only where I am.
What…??
And then, a voice, beside my ear.
"Hello, do you need an umbrella?"
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Rain Catcher
Short StoryAs rain falls, I collect it in my palms. One drop at a time. Unbeknownst to me, my feelings for you slowly collected, drop by drop, until it overflowed, bathing me in emotions. How many drops will it take for us to fully realize our true feeling...
