It was quarter past 8 in the evening; the place seemingly surrounded by a diamond-speckled sky…

A subtle breeze bidding the trees good night… A muffled radio playing from a distance, sending soft tones to the young man’s ear…

He is in love.

He was staring at the bright moon, waiting for his fate to arrive when he suddenly felt a drizzle. Will it rain soon?

He looks back at the chandelier lighting the big house, and then he saw her.

She was holding an umbrella but that’s all he could see. The moonlight didn’t seem enough to show her face. Is it her? Is it his fate?

She started walking towards him, her face still hiding from his gaze. The breeze slowly turning into strong wind… It will rain soon.

He remained standing under the dark sky; The drizzle became larger waterdrops.

Before the rain fell, saving him from almost getting drenched, she was there. Right in front of him…

It was his love.

Under the charcoal sky, in the middle of the defeaning rain, he stood there with her.. Her face as bright as the moon, her eyes sparkling like diamonds.

He is in love.