IT WILL RAIN

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It was nearly dark, the surface water was vibrating because of the rain water droping on it. I was returning from the work, since, it was a beautiful weather so I decide not to take my car and walk to the home. And suddenly it starts raining heavely, so I decide to take a shelter under the bus stand, and there was a cafe in front of the bus stand, where I saw her after 2 years.
She was looking just the same, her eyes was just same mesmerizing, her habit of rubbing her nose after every minute when she is little awkward was the same but she get with it faster. But she was sitting with someone else, he must have cracked some joke, so she was laughing, and yes her laugh was still the same, it was pure and divine as it used to be. She keep doing her swirls behind her ears, so that he could praise her earrings. I saw that she was wearing the earrings which her mother gave her on her 18th birthday, but it still look like a new one. 
She has a habit of taking care of things, she used to say that everything has a memory and I want to save these memories. 
And then they start coming out of the cafe, and when they open the door of the cafe she saw water on the road and like always she jumped on it and when some water drop got on the guy she laugh the same way she used to laugh on me. And after sometimes she walks to his place, she refuse to take any cab cause it's raining, she likes to walk in rain. Cause she likes rain, she used to say that it makes her free and it feels like she's talking to god, these little things of her was the reason which makes her special. 
And I remember the day we met last time, I knew that there will be no sunlight and clear skies, if I lose you and just like the clouds my eyes will do the same, if you walk away everyday "IT WILL RAIN".

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