The wind flowed over her like waves crashing on a rocky shore. Fast, and deliberate on it's destination. It never ceased to amaze her, how exactly the wind work. Soft gusts, gentle breezes, and gale force winds, never mind the technicalities it brought. So some of her favorite memories were in wind propelled rains.
The rain, that was a totally different subject. Rain can heal. Recreate lost memories, and bring back the past. It can save your sanity, save you from the pressing issues at hand, and help you to slow down, as it pelts against your skin, and beats against your clothes. Rain can wash away all of you emotions, make you feel free and alive again. Make you smile, when nothing else can. Save you from the harsh realities, everyday complications, implications from day to day, screaming unanswered questions, and the boring pattern ones life tends to take after so many days of repeated actions. It had saved her, even so many years after their first rain. It had seemed to follow them ever since, saving them both from insanity.
As the wind coursed over her, she shivered in anticipation; she knew what was about to come. He was back. Finally. And she was here to greet him.
Nesson Rimpianto.
Nesson Rimosro.
No Regrets.
No Remorse.