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.”_