The fourth time was dramatic. Totally dramatic.

Mark was on the way back to the dorm from the laundromat when the rain suddenly poured down. It wasn’t all that heavy, but it was still pouring enough to get someone drenched. He took out his umbrella and opened it to cover himself from the rain.

He was humming to himself while stepping on the puddle of rain when he suddenly heard a faint sound of someone singing. It was unclear because of the rain, but Mark was sure it sounded really beautiful. He looked around to find the source of the voice, but he couldn’t see anyone or anything that could be its source. He walked according to his instincts - into a park.

There, he finally found the source of the sound.

At first, he wasn’t sure of what he was looking at. Someone? Or something? As he got closer, he finally saw that it was a figure of a person. A girl, more precisely.

Mark thought to himself, no way.

The girl was singing as loud as she can as if the water pouring on her didn’t bother her even a bit. She was dancing so happily under the rain. She was drenched and she didn’t even care.

Mark felt a sense of déjà vu. He walked closer to the girl so he could see her face, and his hunch turned out to be right.

It was Wendy.

Mark didn’t know if there was something between him, Wendy, and the rain. Like, that was the second time he saw her singing under the rain. What are the odds of two people meeting in the same unusual circumstance twice?

Then he noticed how she sounded. Other people would probably think she was enjoying herself if they saw how she sang with her happy face, but Mark actually stayed long enough to notice that her voice sounded really sad. The lyrics of her song were also rea