Meet me at the Rain
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She always loved the rain, the soft drizzle, the cold wind, and the feeling of freedom with each drop kissing her skin. To her, rain was peace and comfort. But to him, seeing her standing alone under the grey sky seemed like silent sorrow.
When he saw her soaked under the pouring clouds, he thought she was crying beneath the rain's disguise. Without hesitation, he offered his umbrella-not knowing that this simple act would start a story neither of them expected.
Was it mere kindness, or did fate write their first meeting in the rhythm of falling rain?
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