Outside the window the water droplets lightly tapped away, slowly, like the melody to a waltz. Kerry watched as the rain danced as it fell upon the water in the pond. Each drop spontaneously leading into the next, a canon of romance that seemed to understand and depict what her heart longed for.
Kerry loved the rain. She was conceived on a day just like this. In frantic passion that was drown in the sound of the rain. It was 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. Kerry had never seen two people that loved each other more. Tears ran silently down her cheeks as the memories of her parents overwhelmed her. Her chest ached in the magnitude of how much she missed them. Ironically it was on a day just like this when her parents were taken away from her. It was this fact alone that inhibited her from driving in the rain. It was ridiculous really, how her body froze and rendered her incapable of being in a car as soon as a single droplet hit 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; Kerry loved the rain, even though it paralyzed her – only when in a car.
Kerry lightly touched the window and as if to answer her the rain became heavier and poured out from the heavens with fury. Kerry was so tempted to go outside and dance with the raindrops to the natural beat they drummed in the ground. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought, at least the rain would wash away the tear stains on her cheeks.
Then suddenly Kerry was brought out of her thoughts by a loud thud that seemed to be coming from the attic. Reluctantly Kerry pulled herself from her window seat and walked to the attic. In the attic she found that what had fallen was a box that was filled with papers all folded like letters. Kerry curious opened the one on top of the pile. It was a letter, a letter from her father to her mother. A love letter. Kerry had no idea her parents used to write to each other. She went through the letters they all had dates, there were literally hundreds of them that had been stuffed into the box, and all from before her parents were married. Kerry decided she was going to sort them out and read them in order. Filled with excitement and curiosity she got to work.