Whispers in the Rain
It started with a forgotten umbrella.
Lena was stranded outside the café, rain tumbling from the sky in thick sheets. She pulled her coat tighter, hoping it would shield her from the downpour. Just as she turned to dash across the street, a quiet voice stopped her.
“Need some cover?”
She looked up into the warm, curious eyes of a stranger holding out his umbrella. His name was Daniel, and his smile was the kind that made everything feel calm.
They walked side by side, water splashing at their feet, the umbrella barely big enough for two. They talked like old friends—about music, books, and the smell of rain on warm pavement. By the time they reached her apartment, the clouds had thinned, but something between them had deepened.
Over the next weeks, they met often—sometimes by chance, often by choice. Each encounter was simple: coffee shared, walks taken, laughter spilling between them like sunlight.
Then one night, under the soft drizzle of another rainy evening, Daniel paused beneath a flickering streetlamp.
“I think I’ve been falling for you since the first raindrop,” he whispered.
Lena smiled, her heart thudding like thunder. “Then I guess I’ve been falling right beside you.”
They kissed, the rain applauding silently around them.
And from that stormy beginning, love bloomed—not in grand gestures, but in quiet moments, shared umbrellas, and the magic of simply showing up.
