Unspoken Droplets

1.

The monsoon had arrived, even if a bit late. The sweet smell of wet soil started lurking around the countryside with the mesmerizing green glace over the sight.

Tokyo had experienced one another beautiful season that year giving birth to so many new thoughts, new lives, new changes and new tears. The rain where was a beautiful giver also was a troublemaker for many rushing lives. Every beautiful shine always remains with the slightest darkness, no matter how minute it might be.
Splashing over puddles, delaying the daily rush just to feel a chilly shrill, not liked too much but for some it seeks wonder. A chance of enjoyment. Like the droplets occur amongst the hurried workspaces, some accept it and some not.
How the rain effect lives of people, not to the depth but it forever lays as a fortune to change yourself. To change what is dissembled along the showering days.

Rushing from the unknown battles, from the mindless lips that uttered no wonder what, around the school about him. Akio managed to breach the tall walls into the splash of light puddles. Yet another usual day for him, escaping from those rumoring lips became a routine before he could even think of. When did it all turn out like this?, life played so quick, there was no clamp of him to it. Maybe he knew what the rumors said yet all he cared was to avoid them. After running the block to avoid the eyes of students, pointing, he eased up near a bridge.
A narrow bridge made of wood where even the sun could be seen resting behind hills after crossing heavy woods below a hill.
His days turned more oblivious, when the words of mind could not emerge up.
They stayed quiet, they stayed addled, they stayed suffering.
Nothing special occurring even that day, after his mindless flee he appeared to the bridge, spending usual time resting and gazing over the beautiful sunset, he scheduled it as a daily thing. But this time, when his feet touched close to it, he noticed someone else's presence over those woods already.
A lady dressed in a uniform.
The trees were dripping, even the sun hid behind the grieving clouds. The stream increasing with unstable waves, making a low noise.  He strolled over to its corner, resting his tired arms over the wet wooden railing. For the sight of that woman, he couldn't help checking her again.
Waist-length black hair, pale white tan with arresting yet somehow gloomy brown eyes starring down at the waves.  An office uniform covering a perfect curved figure,  a complete magnificence holding a side bag.  Just for a few seconds he kept looking and in that moment the lady caught him. He couldn't return the look. She might have noticed him seeing her just like any street side dirty stalker, he decided. Moreover, she started walking towards him. Her footsteps echoed in his ears, louder each time.
Why was he even noticing so much? he could not answer himself. Although his mind was not disturbed even a bit, he mind wouldn't just stuck up to anything either than that.
'Will she complain?'.
She passed him slowly breaking all possibilities he wondered of.
Just as expected, he faced her back, during her leave when his eyes lowered and all of a sudden fell over a glimmering ring.
A golden ring to be specific. It might be hers, he resolved. He picked it up out of courtesy, gently, and called her out.
"Ex- Excuse me..." 
She paused to respond to his call.
Those eyes were not of same anymore. It lightened up a bit from the gloominess he noticed earlier. It was more densely happier. 'Was it fake?'.
"I guess it yours" he extended his arms showing the ring.
She gladly accepted it lifting the ends of her thin pink lips into a delighted smile. Somehow, it did not surprise her, even after noticing she had lost a gold ring?.

"Thank you, mister" she replied in her soft tone, turned, her long hair dangling in wind as the footsteps went to disappear among the woods. 

A golden ring, it clearly was not replicating of any engagement ring, just a crafted gold expensive ring. She did seem old enough for a marriage age though, he busied his mind while sitting alone at the bridge after she left. Not many people ever knew about this place between woods, her appearing was much to his surprise.
The sun still hadn't came out, after a brief rest and a few quick sketches in his notebook he had to return home, just another place of his dislike.  The same old smell of a rented apartment, it used to make him smile once, when did it start to disgust him?.
After his mother died from disease eating her up from inside while his stepfather lit the fire even more by fighting and causing trouble everyday she just fell apart one evening, that is when it all turned darker.  The bond between him and his father mostly ended after her demise and it could never get any worse, nor better.

The night fell sooner than before, his father came late as usual, drunk. They ate what his son prepared without a word to each other, both went to own separate rooms after the tedious quiet dinner where his old hag couldn't even place the chopsticks between his lips. Home was not lively anymore, not  for both of them.

A fine relieved sleep was mostly not in his forte, so during that time sitting under a table light he ran his pencils over pages and sketched out what he had most in mind. That woman from the bridge, but her lips and those eyes, why did it become so hard to sketch such easy parts?. Most of all what struck him after was,
"Why I am thinking so much about her, why?".