She waited for her friend all year long. The wait has never been easy. But whenever he came, he wiped out all her anger and frustration with  droplets of love. He showered her with stories that he picked up on his way. Those stories were her company till he visited again.

The stories he told her, were stories of love, joy  hope and new beginnings. They were also of loneliness, despair, longing and sorrow. The  stories were from all over the world: From the Indian subcontinent to the coasts of America. From the jungles of Africa to the frozen lakes of Antarctica.

When he finished his stock of stories, he went to a different part of the world. Although he never mentioned it, she assumed that he had other friends like her. 

Some of her classmates teased her when she told them about him. They never thought of RAIN as a friend. None of them considered the pitter patter of raindrops as stories that the rain collected from places around the world. They thought she was crazy.

She heard each word of what he told her. His stories made more sense to her than the stories told by her teachers and friends. She seemed to understand the language of the droplets better. She collected all her stories in her Pitter-Patter Box.

During the month of February, this blog will publish stories from her pitter-patter box.

So, it is gonna rain stories every day, just for my readers. 🙂 

Stay Tuned!

PC: Painting By Nidhi Prabhath (Original picture on Girlliftgear.club)

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