This is a diary of rain... and love...

Loved the rain... to get wet in the rain... to see the rain... to walk in the rain... to wet my fingers through the windows on rainy nights... to be with the rain until dawn... such an indefinable love for the rain... a kind of love... selfish. Sweet feeling...

That was the first time he had asked her in the rain one day in the days that had passed since he got to know her.

"Is this rain coming to get wet?"

May be it was the rain that made her ask that...

"No..." she replied with a wink.

"What... you don't like the rain?"

"I like... I like a lot..."

"Stay close to what you love...why stays away?"

She was full of the innocence and innocence of the youth even in her youth...

Each rain after that was getting fuller... getting stronger... through him to her... through her to him... the thought of her... he felt the need to be complete... she also began to yearn to be close to him... with the ever falling rain. They said without saying it to each other…

Perhaps time has reserved for them a shower of love to half-soak two bodies and one mind under one umbrella... Today, as each calm rain falls alone, those cold raindrops whisper lovingly in his ears: "No one has fallen on her before you... and you will never fall on her..."

I strolled quite far through the grass covered with raindrops and pebbles....looking for someone....then you were no one to me nor I to you....but my process was to you...even in this downpour I know....invisible your adoring presence....

Once, on a cold evening, she was listening to three female friends talking...

One of them said: "The sweetest thing in the world is this wild honey I am drinking now..."

The next one said: "This flower in my hand is the most fragrant in the world..."

A third person said: "The most beautiful thing in this world is the picture I drew of my mother..."

Then, clutching the falling raindrops to her heart, she longed to say aloud: "Love is the sweetest, the most fragrant, and the most beautiful thing in this world... Love that never fails... Never loses its sweetness, its fragrance, its beauty... The flowers that bloom on it never wither..."

Slowly the rain was getting stronger… she silently prayed… if this rain never stopped….