Joy

I scanned the crowds for a glimpse of you. It would be my first of you. After a long time. The last one being when I bid you farewell on this same crowded railway FOB. The evening sky was dark with ominous looking rain clouds.

Though it was a short reunion, I still remember that pure look of joy on your face when you saw me, that small gentle exclamation of happiness you gave when I surprised you from out of nowhere.

It never rained that evening though. 

And I never saw that look again.