Outside the window the water droplets lightly tap away, slowly, like the melody to a waltz. She watches as the rain dances as it falls upon the water in the pond. Each drop spontaneously leading into the next, a canon of romance that seems to understand and depict what her heart longs for.
She loves the rain. She was conceived on a day just like this. In frantic passion that was drowned in the sound of the rain. Her mother’s favorite story, a tale of how the love her parents shared brought forth the gift her parents treasured with all their hearts. She had never seen two people who loved each other more. Tears roll silently down her cheeks as the memories of her parents overwhelm her. Her chest aches in the magnitude of how much she misses them. Ironically, it was on a day just like this when her parents were taken away from her. This fact alone inhibits her from driving in the rain. It is ridiculous really, how her body freezes and renders her incapable of being in a car as soon as a single droplet hits the windscreen. Ridiculous because she was not even in the car when her parents had their fatal car accident, on a day just like this one, and even more ridiculous was the fact that crash was not as a result of the light rain but the drunk driver that hit into her parents car.
An unusual love indeed, for it is true; She loves the rain, even though it paralyzes her – only when in a car.
She lightly touches the window and as if to answer her the rain becomes heavier and pours out from the heavens with fury. She is so tempted to go outside and dance with the raindrops to the natural beat they drum in the ground. She can’t help but smile at the thought, at least the rain would wash away the tear stains on her cheeks.
Suddenly a loud thud that seems to be coming from the attic. She pulls herself from her window seat and walks to the attic. In the attic a fallen box filled with papers all folded like letters. Curiously she opens the one on top of the pile. It is a letter, a letter from her father to her mother. A love letter. She had no idea her parents used to write to each other. She goes through the letters that all have dates, literally hundreds of them, stuffed into the box, and all from before her parents were married. She decides, she knows what she has to do.Filled with excitement and curiosity she gets to work.