After taking a break for a couple of days, rains lashed the city again.
He let out an agonized wail staring outside the window.
"Why didn't these clouds show up yesterday? I was home the whole day. Now that I have to rush for office, they pour down to taunt me."
With a dejected look, he got dressed for the office. He once again glanced outside just to find some kids playing in the rain.
"Even I want to get drenched," he cried out loud.
Behind him, she chuckled over her cup of tea. She knew however old he grew, he'd always remain a child from inside.
"Maybe the rains don't like you."
She spoke just as he opened the door. He looked at her and then kept staring at the rain.
"It doesn't matter. I'd never stop loving the rains."
And just like that, he left under an umbrella. He was so close to those mesmerizing drops, and yet so far.
***
"Just because someone hates you doesn't mean you should not love them either."
