Rain brought back memories.
Good ones of warriors telling stories of past times, women chatting over hot tea and insufferable men, masters teaching stubborn students the meaning of life, a brother humming an old song to calm the tiny bundle of a sister that love the rain but hate all the other things that come with them.
And a bad one… it was raining when her father die, she can still see his eyes drifting into nothingness.
Edo was busy, as rain seems not to affect people.
When she got to the tea house, she felt a shiver ran up her spine, she had a bad feeling. She checked the message again, and looked for the private room it indicated. The door slide but the sound wasn't heard as the rain pick up and turn into something more, thunder roared far away.
Her gut feeling became truth as the older man greeted her and motion for her to seat. She smiled back as a greeting and follow the invitation.
She enjoyed the tea, the meal, the company… she enjoyed the rest of the night.
With the first signs of the morning dawn, rain decided to come to an end.
She smiled again and the new clothes felt odd yet familiar.
Rain held now another memory, the memory of the day she died.