The Rain

8 hours a day, the same view. Today he comes outside to heavy rain, big drops and coming down fast. It's nice and reminds him of home. It also reminds Tan of his home.
“I like this, this rain is better, and when it’s heavier like this it ends sooner.” That is true he thought- it was always more intense and dramatic, and it was as if your surroundings were reborn when it was over.
Tan adds “Always light rain here, never ending. Just constant drizzle.”

She is on his mind most all the time. And for her it had been raining for too long.

The rain stops and the sun starts to shine off the water. It is so nice, the freshness and clarity after the pounding storm. He wondered if it was better in life when the storms hit us hard. When the howling wind throws us around and the sky turns a menacing black. Does it make the sunshine afterward all the more beautiful and our life clearer?

When he saw her last the wind was whipping around them. Her hair was blown across her face, and the trees were alive. Something in the air was responding to the energy pulsating between them. They were still but everything was moving. They felt like anything could happen.

Slowly, the sky turns a familiar gray, and a light, cold rain begins to fall.