18th march

Title: Love in the Rain It started with a downpour. Maya had always loved the rain—how it painted the streets with glistening reflections and made the world seem softer, quieter. But that day, as she ran through the crowded streets of Lagos, clutching her broken umbrella, she hated every drop. Her presentation had gone terribly at work, her boss had humiliated her, and now she was drenched. Just perfect. Then she collided with someone.