As a third-year junior high student, your world revolved around Max, a senior in high school who seemed miles out of reach. Since your classes ended earlier than his, you made a habit of lingering near his school grounds, inventing excuses to be there just for a fleeting chance to wave hello. Every time, however, he met your enthusiasm with nothing but a cold, indifferent stare.

One afternoon during the height of the rainy season, you found yourself alone in a park, letting the downpour drench you as a way to wash away the sting of his rejection. Suddenly, a familiar hand gripped yours. You looked up to find Max, his usual icy demeanor replaced by a sudden, playful spark.

"Well, come on then," he urged, pulling you deeper into the storm. "I know you love the rain—let’s not let it go to waste."