He exits the house, glancing up at the heavens.
The sky.. cruel, grey and unforgiving.
A typical monsoon day, cold and pouring wet.
Its been like this since that fateful day, when the rain first came.
A day he wishes he could forget.
Huddled underneath an umbrella, he protects his bag,
Quickly covering the short distance to the car on the street.
Careful to avoid the puddles, and not let too much water into his shoes.
He thinks about the puddle in his life he din't see coming.
The rain thunders into his umbrella, a roar blanketing all other sounds around him.
Like a waterfall in the forest, close by, but hidden behind the foliage.
Millions of gallons crashing down. Loud, but not visible.
Underneath the umbrella, he is a small lonely island. Dry, as of now.
As he walks, his mind is deep in thought.
The day ahead. The week to come.
His to-do list straining against its reigns.
All these events, such a regular part of corporate life, seem minuscule now.
The road is deserted.
Strange, for what should be a busy weekday morning.
Maybe some offices are already closed, due to the rain.
He has no such excuse.
He reaches his car, quickly opens the door and shoves his bag inside.
Crossing over to the driver's side, he shuts his umbrella and throws it in.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone across the road.
A familiar figure, almost a silhouette dressed all in black, standing perfectly still underneath her umbrella.
Looking right at him.
He pauses, the door ajar, one foot inside.
His pulse quickens, his heart is racing. It can't be her...!
He wipes the rain from his eyes, and looks again across the road,
Trying to ascertain if it is, through the maddening squall.
The wind buffets her hair and skirt. Still she stands.. unmoved, unreal.
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This is Part 1, of a two part post titled 'Dreams'
You can continue reading Part 2 here.
