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.”_