Raining

We met hundred times. In the bus. At school. At different places of the same city. But now it is different.

We said hello to each other. Suddenly. It was raining and you had the umbrella. Now I know your name. And how do you smile. What coulour is your voice. And eyes.

But anyway. There is much more in us than we can see. More than we can get to know in one human life.