Late at night when it rained and she was awake she loved to hear the sound of it falling on leaves. The sound that wind created when blowing through huge palm leaves and scattering the rain drops, giving a feeling of heavy shower.
He on the other hand, slept like a child, his arms wrapped around her.
When the morning came, drenched in raindrops he was the one who woke up first.
“Wake up….” she was nudged out of sleep by his warm smile and hot cup of tea.
Now he was gone… she hated rain. She sometimes wished it never fell during night.