The Rain That Found us

In the quiet evening of Nairobi, where the evening smelled of wet soil and roasted maize,lived a young woman named Lina.She loved simple thing-reading old novel by the window, watching sunsets ,and listening to the rain hit the iron roof of her small apartment.

Love was one thing she never believed would truly find her.

Not because she was bitter,but because life had taught herto survive more than to dream

Every morning,Lina boarded the same crowded matatu to work .And every morning , somewhere near the back seat sat a man within in a navy blue- hoodie, quietly reading a book.He never spoke to anyone.sometime he smiled at children .sometime he stared outside as if he carried storm in his heart.

His name was Daniel

The same quite man from matatu.

The walked together beneath the small black umbrella while rain danced around...