Jake was a weather reporter in CDO. Every 6 PM, he was the one telling everyone whether it would rain or not. But he had a secret: he hated the rain.
Three years ago, on a night of pouring rain, he waited for Eli at the bus stop in Divisoria. It was their anniversary. He had a ring in his pocket, ready to propose.
But Eli never came.
The last text message he received read: "Sorry. I chose him. Forget me."
From that day on, every time it rained, Jake would return to that same bus stop. He would stand there. Waiting. Even though he knew no one was coming.
One night, while reporting a "70% chance of heavy rain," he saw something on the monitor: it was Eli. She was crying, lying in a hospital bed, holding a baby. The news caption read: "Woman involved in a car accident in Iponan, fighting for life. Looking for relatives."
Jake finally learned the truth. Eli never left him. She had gotten into an accident on her way to the bus stop. That text message? It was sent by the fiancé of the man who hit her, to cover up the crime. Eli had been in a coma for three years. And the baby? It was theirs—Eli had been pregnant that night.
Jake ran to the hospital as the rain poured down. But when he arrived, it was too late.
"Tell Jake to wait for me the next time it rains. Tell him I love him so much and that I never left him," were her last words relayed by the doctor, who then handed him their child.
Since then, every 6 PM when it rains, Jake goes to the bus stop in Divisoria. Holding the ring. Holding Sofia, their baby. And he weeps silently.
Because his own report said it best: "100% chance of rain tonight."
And his tears? You could no longer tell where the sweat ended, the rain began, or the tears fell.
Everything was gone. Like tears... in the rain.
