“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
The rain beaded off the top of the building as it picked up from a soft drizzle to a hard downpour.
“I love the rain.” Said a sweet calm voice from a old women in a hospital bed, she was hooked up to the machines next to her. She looked like worn down paper that had been used to many times, her hair was white and thin and there was little of it, and the light in her grey green eyes almost gone. The was many people sitting around in the the small white room, they all looked sad and tired like they had been working all day.
“Grandma, why do you love the rain so much?” Asked a little girl who looked no more then ten years old, with curly light brown hair and green eyes. She was sitting next to the window which was close to the bed.
The old women took a second to catch her breath and then said, “Because it’s peaceful,” She looked out the window and smiled gently.