It has been raining for the past few days, the dark purple sunsets, the rain paddling on the window, the footsteps and the splashes made by the cars and motorcycles that drives by the streets, I think it's quite nice actually.

Yesterday afternoon I went outside to take a walk in the rains, I stopped when I passed by an old park, a place that I have long forgotten until now, the slides and the swing sets were rusted, decayed through time. A rush of memories and nostalgia came over me as I approached and sat down on the wet swings.

I sat there for god knows how long, just staring at the sky with rain pouring down on my face, so many yet so little things going through my mind, then I felt something poking my arms.

It was a girl, looking a bit younger than me, poking my arm, the girl put an umbrella over my head and said that I wouldn't need to return it. At first I refused, but she insisted. I smiled in appreciation and thanked her for the umbrella, she smiled back at me and walked away.

I tried to hold the tears in my eyes at that moment, but I couldn't have held it anymore when she was gone. No matter... The rain washed the tears away as soon as they were out.

I went back there the next day to return it, she wasn't there. Maybe I'll come back another day, or hand it to someone else who might need it, after all, this was never mine.