#1, in the rain

It was a Sunday afternoon. The skies were overcast. The staccato sound of the rain on the tin roof and the fragrance of wet mud made her long for a walk in the rains. She lazily got off the couch and started looking for something to wear on her feet. Two kilometres away, he was getting rather bored with seeing the 8th episode of season 9 of "Friends" for the 27th time. He looked out of the window. The rain didn't seem to be in any mood to stop from the last 13 hours. He looked at his watch. 16:12. He figured a good jog in the rains wouldn't kill him.

She went down. Her long navy skirt swirling around her ankles, her long black hair blowing in the air, her chappals getting brown with mud. She was totally oblivious to everything but the drops of rain falling on her, caressing her face, making love to her. Like a lover with no inhibitions, she was enjoying this blatant display of love and lust.

He didn't know where he's going to, or why. All he knew there was some force so strong that it kept drawing him further and further from his house. He gave a damn about the mud and the rain playing havoc on his clothes. All he could hear was the sound of his feet and feel the rain on his face; the only thing he felt was the need to go further, totally unaware of a world around him.

And all that could be heard on the road was the sound of his feet, and the rain on the road. She was walking like she owned the road. He was running like there was nothing else to do. Till, his eyes met hers, and she smiled.Time stopped. He stopped. He smiled back. There was nothing but the rain and two strangers in all their innocence. And as for the photographer, he couldn't have arranged it better himself!