The clouds had taken their cloak of grey and spread it as far as it allowed us to see. There was a slight chill in the air, the leaves on the great tree being swept down on the people underneath. Then the first drops from the heavens fell, and one and all took cover. People ran to their rooms and hurriedly began closing their windows.
And as everyone could see everyone behind windowpanes, that was when I saw you. You were pulling your curtains down like I was. I smiled and waved an awkward greeting. You waved back.
And then we both disappeared from each other’s view, when we pulled the curtains back.
Now, whenever I hear the rain pattering on the roof, my mind drifts to that moment: it was raining when I said hello to you.
And it was 4:30 pm. The sun hung up on the sky, proudly showing off the last of its rays for the day as everyone took a break from a tiresome morning.
Out of the blue, aside from the sun’s warm glare, something caught my eye. Something shone brighter than the nearest star. I sat on my table by the window and searched for it. I searched for you. And there you were, writing by your desk, looking up at me. And you smiled.
You gave me that awful smile. I felt the heat creep up to my cheeks and the corners of my mouth go wide. And when I came to my senses, I was grinning like an idiot. I watched your smile turn into a laugh.
I ran from my window and jumped on my bed and covered my face as if I’ve just witnessed something fearsome.
It is fearsome, the things you do to my mind. I fear I’ll never stop thinking about you and everything you do.