The world has quite the way of telling its own story despite whether or not you want to hear it.

Have you noticed? It’s raining today… A man sits patiently beside the window staring out into the pouring rain. His gaze focused intently, as if he’s inspecting every drop for an answer. His eyes long for closure, you can just see it. The mans face is creased by years of joy. The lines on his cheeks run like valleys, through a forest of stubble. His eyes, dark brown, pierce through the water on the window and into the distance. You can almost feel the tears they’ve cried running down your own face.

 

You stand quietly observing the man behind the window. There isn’t a particular reason why he caught your eye, nor do you care. You know you’re caught and all you want, is to know. To know what he sees in the rain. What minute detail is he observing, that has transfixed his gaze so prudently through the window? His eyes dance back and forth in rapid succession as to not miss a single drop. You can see he’s deep in thought, yet he focuses on the droplets as if they hold the answers.

 

The man behind the window inhales deep through his nose and lets it out in an almost audible sigh. His breath fogs the window slightly and you can feel the anguish. What is going on here? You wonder. His breath fades from the window and his face is clear again. A reflection of yourself is almost perceivable in his eyes. Only a glossy silhouette, a shadow on a light gray backdrop. You can feel the anguish. Your silhouette begins to drown and a single tear rolls down his cheek.

 

You can barely stand the agony in his eyes as you stand there watching. He continues to count the raindrops. Your body trembles at the emotion building inside and you begin to wonder what that kind of pain feels like. Your running through the emotions in your head as if they were being fast forwarded. Flashing memories, loves, pains, laughter, across the screen. So deep in your own emotion, you didn’t notice the man change his gaze to your face.

 

He sits behind his window, staring at the woman before him. She’s focused on the rain as if there’s an answer she’s looking for. Her eyes dance back and forth in rapid succession as to not miss a single drop. The man cannot begin to fathom what kind of emotion brings a person to stand in the rain and count the drops. He stares intently into her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the movie playing in her mind. Her hair shields her eyes from the rain, but her eyes begin to swell and soon drops fall there too. The man moves from his window to a nearby door, breaking your run through the memories. The door opens and you walk cautiously towards the opening. The man greets you with a smile and asks jokingly “Have you noticed? It’s raining today…”