A woman, a blue gown and an umbrella. The tapping of rain and a soft piano piece playing.

A man closing his eyes as he keeps pressing keys, he has played this piece so many times before.

Avoiding water puddles she wondered around the city amongst many others. It was a rainy afternoon, and she thought it was splendid.

The music consumed his thoughts and all he heard was the soft melody. His worries faded away like a fog does after a dim morning. At last, he was at peace with the world.

The woman heard the tapping of rain on her protective umbrella, a sound she loved. An adjustment was made on her hat after a chilly breeze passed. The sound of heels that tapped on the sidewalk was pleasant, a very different sound from the rain. Amongst it all, in the background, the woman glanced around to see where a new sound was coming from.

A faint piano melody.

Her feet carried her closer to it. She stopped by a big window, out of sight as she listened.

The man opened his eyes as thunder was heard, he paused for a moment and looked towards the window. He noticed an umbrella peaking out from the side of the glass. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he kept playing. After some soft melodies, he again stopped.

The woman noticed how the music disappeared, she decided to causualy pass and maybe get a glimpse of who played so beautifully. As the plan began, she jumped slightly in shock as a man sticked his head out curiously from the open window.

The man laughed softly at the woman's reaction and handed her a rose from one of his vases by the window.

The woman started to giggle and took it gently from his hand.

The thunder was heard once more and the man offered the woman to come inside.

She shook her head with a smile and offered to go to a coffee shop down the street, one she very much enjoyed going to.

The man told her to wait as he closed his window and hurried to the hall putting on his shoes, taking his wallet and a coat. As he locked his door, he greeted his neighbor and went to where the woman stood so gracefully in her heals.

They exchanged names, and so the stroll to the coffee shop began with small talk as he held her umbrella over them.

A man, a woman and the tapping of rain in a world full of sound.