And the God of Rain Pleased That the Skies Weep Today

The air was becoming nippy. There was no one else around the train station. I could see the faint rays of the city lights amid the heavy downpour. The melodious pitter-patter of the rain and the frosty weather made me start feeling pensive and reminiscent. I remember the last time I loved a boy; it was six summers ago. It was one of the most blissful moments of my life; when I had a reason to live everyday as if it’s the last.

This is my first narrative attempt - a short love story.