Catch You

I looked at the rain falling down on the glass. The rain drops reminded me of tears, something I didn't want to be reminded of, so I looked past them, on the roads. There were hardly any people there, and I liked to think that the weather was the problem, not they themselves. There were green bushes on either side of the road, and I smiled.

Maybe this town hadn't changed that much.

The sun wasn't shining as usual though, hidden by the black grumbling clouds. I prayed for the weather to change soon. I'd always loved rains, but I didn't want to spend my first day here soaking wet. I looked at the front mirror, and my eyes met the driver's. He gave me a toothy smile, and I noticed some of his teeth missing.

"How do you like the town so far, eh?" He asked, his accent a mix of English and Scottish.

"It's good." I replied, a small smile appearing on my face as I recalled all the memories.

"You visiting someone?"

"I'm moving."

His eyes widened a fraction, surprise evident on his face. "Really? From where?"

"Canada."

"Ah, I've always wanted to visit Canada. Heard it's good."