I ran past by the boutique shops, cozy cafes and other buildings even the warm bakeries to find a shelter from this hard pouring rain. I ended up at the empty bus stop across the street that could only accommodate up to three persons at a time. I didn’t took the initiative to sit or dry myself up when I reached the place, but instead I slightly walked three steps towards the edge and extended a hand, opening my palm to feel how light the rain drops against my skin. My lips curved into a small smile as I watched above. I have a weird fondness of having this kind of weather over the sunny ones. The rain is actually a good chance to relax and calm your nerves of the day. Washing away the pain then refreshing the hope for good occurrences to come.

I felt I was in the set of one of those typical Korean dramas until I heard a splash and instantly face forward before my whole being got soaked wet. I used my dry hand to look for my handkerchief from my bag and wipe my face. My eyes darted to the source that ruined the mood and at the moment the person rolled down the window, I yelled at him.