When she reached him, neither spoke. The rain filled the silence like a prayer. He lifted his hand—hesitant, trembling—and touched the side of her face. A raindrop rolled from his fingertip down her cheek.
The ink smudged there. A raindrop had fallen through a crack in the ceiling of his old apartment, landing right on the page. Or maybe it was something else. romantic rain quotes
He swallowed. “I know.”
“Elena— They say rain is just water falling from the sky. But I’ve always thought it’s the world’s way of slowing down long enough for the truth to catch up. Do you remember the first time we kissed? It wasn’t under stars or candlelight. It was in a downpour so sudden that we had to take shelter under that broken awning at the bus stop. Your hair was soaked. Your laugh was louder than the thunder. And I thought: this is it. This is the feeling people write poems about but never believe will find them. When she reached him, neither spoke