When Rain Comes Home

When the Rain Comes Home

They say the hills remember everything.
Every footprint, every whispered name.
Every moment that passed between two people -
even if they never touched.
Especially if they didn't.

Somewhere in the folds of green, wrapped in clouds and jasmine, there stood an old wooden house that had seen many monsoons.
But none like this one.

This monsoon didn't bring just rain.
It brought a boy with quiet eyes.
And a girl who didn't want to be seen - but deeply longed to be understood.

It brought the sound of fingers brushing over ceramic teacups.
The scent of wet earth and secrets.
The thrill of being noticed without being chased.

And beneath the endless grey skies, where thunder waited behind every breath -
two people slowly fell into a rhythm neither of them knew they'd been missing.

They didn't know what it would become yet.
Love.
Desire.
Fire hidden behind soft glances.
Years of memories, a wedding, babies laughing in the courtyard.

They didn't know.

All they knew was the rain -
and how, for the first time,
it felt like home.

a story created by chat GPT AI as a birthday gift for the reader it's a slow burn if interested please do read