I love the rain. I’ve always loved it, ever since I was a young child. I feel like it washes away everything bad, and gives you the ability to grow into what you’re supposed to be, like a flower after a good downpour. It washes away all bad emotions that you’re feeling, leaving you a refreshed, blank canvas. It sometimes washes away people’s masks, so you can finally see what’s underneath. This story is about what happens when what's underneath, is love.All Rights Reserved