The Girl Under the Rain
It was a quiet evening in the small city of Riverdale. The sky was painted grey, and soft rain began to fall. People rushed home, hiding under umbrellas — everyone except one girl.
Ayaan noticed her from the bus stop. She was standing in the rain, smiling gently, as if the falling drops were her old friends. She wasn't trying to hide. She wasn't afraid of getting wet.
Something about her felt different.
The next day, he saw her again — this time in a cozy little bookstore called "The Paper Dreams." She was sitting by the window, reading a novel, her hair slightly messy, her expression peaceful. Ayaan gathered his courage and walked up to her.
"Do you like the rain?" he asked nervously.
She looked up and smiled. "Only when it feels honest."
That answer stayed with him.
Her name was Meera. She believed in simple joys — warm tea, handwritten letters, old songs, and long walks. Ayaan was more practical, always busy chasing goals, rarely stopping to breathe.
Yet, somehow, they balanced each other.
They started meeting every evening at the bookstore. Sometimes they talked for hours. Sometimes they just sat in comfortable silence. Ayaan began to change. He started noticing sunsets. He started listening more.
One evening, heavy rain poured again. The streets flooded slightly, and everyone stayed indoors. Ayaan found Meera standing under the same sky as the day he first saw her.
"Why are you always in the rain?" he asked gently.
She looked at him and said, "Because rain reminds me that even the sky needs to let go sometimes."
That was the moment he fell completely in love.
Months passed. Their love was not loud. It was not dramatic. It was soft, patient, and steady — like rain that slowly fills a river.On the day Ayaan had to leave the city for a new job, Meera handed him a small notebook.
"Write to me," she said. "Not messages. Letters."
And he did.
Every week, he wrote about the rain in his new city, about the sunsets he never noticed before, about how love had made him slower, kinder, deeper.
Years later, when they finally stood together again under the rain — not as two strangers, but as two souls who chose each other every single day — Ayaan whispered,
"You taught me how to feel."
Meera smiled and replied,
"And you stayed."
And sometimes, that is what love truly is — not grand gestures, not perfect words, but two people who choose to stay, even when it rains. 🌧️💕