~𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢~
Tonight, the sky was wrapped in dark clouds, trembling softly with distant thunder. The city lights flickered beneath the storm like tiny lanterns drowning in the night. Cold wind brushed against my face as I walked home from work, exhausted like every other day. The streets were quiet, almost forgotten, carrying the lonely silence only rainy evenings seem to understand.
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a slow breath.
The scent of wet earth, the whisper of wind, the faint sound of rustling leaves... somehow, it all felt painfully nostalgic.
When I opened my eyes again, my footsteps slowed.
There it was.
The old park......
The same park where my childhood once lived.
For a few seconds, I simply stood there staring at it from across the road. The rusty swings moved gently with the wind, and tiny puddles reflected the dim streetlights like shattered mirrors. How much time had passed since I last entered that place? Back then, days used to feel endless. Mornings turned into evenings while we laughed, ran, and played without caring about tomorrow.
And now?
Now all we did was pass by the places we once loved.
Something stirred quietly inside my chest.
A small voice.
Soft and distant.
Go there.
Without thinking much further, I walked toward the park gates. The iron creaked softly as I stepped inside. My fingers brushed against the old slides and swings as memories flooded my mind one after another.
For the first time in years, I asked myself a foolish question.
Just once... could I become a child again?
There was no one else around.
No judging eyes.
No responsibilities.
No heavy weight of adulthood watching over me.
So for once, I allowed myself to forget everything.
Dropping my bag beneath a tree, I ran toward the slides with a laugh escaping my lips before I could stop it. The cold wind tangled through my hair while rain began falling in tiny silver drops from the sky.
A strange warmth spread through my chest.
For a moment, all my worries disappeared.
Breathing heavily, I laid down on the soft grass and closed my eyes. Rain kissed my skin gently while the storm slowly grew stronger above me. The world felt distant, blurred behind the sound of falling water.
Then suddenly...
I heard laughter.
I opened my eyes and quickly sat up.
Not far from me stood a woman around my age.
And for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
Her tanned skin glowed softly beneath the rain, while copper-colored waves clung to her face and shoulders. But it was her eyes that held me still.
Gray.
Quiet gray eyes that looked like clouds before sunrise.
She stood beneath an umbrella at first, staring up at the sky with a small smile on her lips. Then slowly, almost like a child giving into temptation, she tossed the umbrella aside and let the rain pour over her completely.
The sight was oddly beautiful.
Before I realized it, I had been staring too long.
Her eyes turned toward me.
And suddenly, the world stopped moving.
For a few silent seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then I slowly stood up, brushing the wet grass from my clothes. A nervous smile formed on my lips.
To my surprise, she smiled back.
“Do you want to play?” she asked softly.
My heart stumbled.
And strangely enough... I said yes immediately.
Because maybe that was how childhood always worked.
Two strangers could meet for the first time and become friends before sunset.
So why couldn’t today be the same?
We ran through the park beneath the pouring rain like children who had escaped time itself. We raced across muddy paths, climbed old slides, and laughed so hard our stomachs began to ache.
For those small moments, adulthood disappeared.
No jobs.
No pressure.
No loneliness.
Just two souls rediscovering forgotten happiness beneath a stormy sky.
Eventually, exhausted from running around, we sat together on an old wooden bench near the swings. Rainwater dripped from our hair while our laughter slowly softened into quiet conversation.
We spoke about life.
About work.
About how strangely lonely growing up could become.
She told me her name.
I told her mine.
And somehow, two strangers became friends in the middle of the rain.
Then suddenly, she leaned toward the bushes beside the bench and carefully plucked a small yellow rose.
Its petals shimmered beautifully beneath the storm.
Without saying anything, she handed it to me.
Later, as we walked home together beneath the dim streetlights, she showed me a small sketchbook she carried close to her chest.
Inside those pages were not simply drawings.
They were memories.
Children splashing through puddles.
Paper boats floating in rainwater.
Tiny hands holding melting ice cream beneath summer skies.
Old swings dancing with the wind.
Each sketch carried the warmth of forgotten days.
“I draw memories,” she whispered softly.
I stared quietly at the pages and then the rose in my hand while rain continued falling around us.
And suddenly, I understood.
No...
"These were not drops of rain..... "
~𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻~
Finally we reached where two roads lead different destination and we have to choose one path she smiled waved off and walked away I shouted "Same time tomorrow? " She stopped turned around and shouted back "Only if you're buying me a cup of coffee afterwards" I chuckled and thumbs up... I turned away choose my path and walked clouds has bid their good bye and sky is clear the moon is shining along with the rose in my hand maybe tomorrow won't be same like always but like how it used to be I am actually looking forward to tomorrow can't wait to play once again.
Written by: ~𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊~
