Captions On Rain ✨

“That’s a good caption,” she whispered.

Be rain.

Maya felt a strange pull in her chest. “I have just the thing.” She walked to the dusty back shelf and pulled out a slim volume— The Sound of Water by a forgotten local poet. The cover was a watercolour of a window streaked with drops. captions on rain

He looked out the window. The rain had softened to a whisper. “Because sunshine expects you to be happy. Snow expects you to be still. But rain? Rain doesn’t expect anything. You can be sad, lonely, or in love. It just falls. It’s the only weather that allows you to be exactly what you are.”

“I’ll just be a minute,” he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel washed clean. “Looking for a book. On rain.” “That’s a good caption,” she whispered

She stared at the words. Delete. Backspace. Too dramatic.

“On a day like this? It’s free. But you have to tell me one thing.” “I have just the thing

And for the first time, she closed the laptop, walked out into the downpour without an umbrella, and let the sky write its captions all over her skin.