The Rain and the Sun

As the rain pours mercilessly, Yoki glance out of her bedroom window and wonders to herself, "Does the rain fall in droplets or needles?" Against the faint florescent light from the distant lampost, it almost looks like there are many little needles falling to the hard, cemented ground. There is something magical about it and it always seem to have this calming effect on her. She reaches out of the window. As the rain drops continuously on her hand, she feels as though they are seeping through her skin and she has become part of it. Just like her name Yoki, which means rain. 

As she stares dreamily at the falling needles, the memory of this morning comes to her mind. She was waiting at the pavilion for the rain to stop and just like now, she was also staring into the rain, mesmerised by it. At that moment, there was a male voice behind her asking, "Excuse me, do you happen to have tissue paper?" As she turned around, there was this guy who looks like he is in his mid-twenties, totally drenched in this yellow shirt with a sun printed on it. She thought he was quite a pathetic sight but on a closer look, there is this boyish charm about him as he flashed a big smile. He does not fit into the scene, a total contrast to the picture of gray in his background. She finds herself smiling back at him unwittingly.

"Sure, here you go", she carefully put down her camera and took out the tissue pack from the outer compartment of her backpack.

"Thanks, I am Haul...you are?" He reaches out his hand to her for a handshake. There was an easy manner about him as he introduced himself.

She answered, "Yoki, my name is Yoki."

He gave her a thoughtful look and then broke into a smile again, "Yoki, what does it mean?"

She replied, "It means rain".

This time he was nodding away and there was a faraway look on his face as he repeated softly after her, "Rain...that's a ...very nice name."