"why does rain make you happy?" a gentleman asked while i was busy feeling every drop of it on my palms. the afternoon wind hugged my skin and i looked like a fragile stray kitten wandering in a poor day. but in his arms is where i found home. i turned to him and looked at him in the eyes.
"i love rain... simply because i remember myself in it. after all the outbreaks, rain falls freely and naturally without any exhaustion. i adore selfless romantics. Isn't it a great thing to love?" silence passed for a moment and nothing was heard but the voice of the swaying greens and tiny beads in the umbrella. in his liquid brown eyes is where i found the clearest picture of us, even if time forbids such certainty. his eyes sparkled. my heart leapt in that moment, like i was able to unfold a mystery that bugged me for ages.
"and i am the only plant who'll wither without you." he replied, as he enjoyed smelling petrichor on my forehead—planting a promise of forever on it.
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