Rain. There was something about it that makes people stop, think and relax. For some, it is also a time to reflect. From her seat by the coffee shop's window, she looked at her sunny yellow mount parked outside as she listened to the falling rain's rhyme.
Accompanying that rhythm, were the questions that were occupying her mind:
Who was that?
Where did he come from?
How did he do that?
And with each question, she recalled every aspect of her encounter with the scarlet wind: the place, the time and the characters involved. Reclining on her chair, she closed her eyes and began to wonder if she will ever come across him again...
The gentle ringing of chimes attached to the door signaled the entrance of another customer. Following the sound of the newcomer's footsteps, she saw the back a young man walking near the coffee shop's bar. Looking back out to where her car was parked, she was surprised to find the red wind parked behind her sunny mount. She then looked back to where she last saw the newly arrived guest but couldn't find him among the seated customers.
How on earth did he disappear?
And she found herself looking again at the scarlet wind in wonder and curiousity.
*edited cliffhanger part of story...
