It starts with a drop of rain.

You don’t think much of it.

“Hey, he’s kinda cute…”

You forget about that little drop

Until another lands.

“Do I have any classes with him?”

As the rain starts to sprinkle down,

You look up.

You see a cloud hanging overhead,

Swirls of emotion ready to rain down.

You could go inside, take shelter from the coming storm, but…

“It feels nice to like someone-

Even if I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me.”

Lighting strikes in the distance,

But you swear you can feel the sparks when you pass him in the hallway.

“I wonder if he ever notices me,

The way I always notice him.”

The sky opens up,

And rain pours down,

Soaking your hair,

Your clothes,

Your heart.

“Haha, I guess I have a crush.”