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He looked up and asked, "Will it rain today?". There was a swift movement of clouds. The dark ones. No answer. The pleasant weather, which wants to make one go to the coffee shop with a book and not budge until the book is complete, was inviting. He didn't understand why in the whole world, she would want to sleep in this weather. "I mean, whats the point? Do you want to sleep because the weather is good?" he had asked her while he was dressing up for the day. He hadn't got an answer.

He started his ride. A long one. There was a drop of water or two that was close to be called a drizzle. He raised his head and said, "you could've told me, couldn't you". No answer again. He sensed a grin. Or so he thought.

He reached his workplace. "Am I the first one at office today?" he asked. He didn't get an answer. He unlocked the door. The familiar scene - silent and haunting, welcomed him. The moment he saw his work table, the memory of the previous evening's struggle flooded back to him. He had thought of a solution. "Will it work?" he asked. He didn't get an answer.

He plunged into action. Morning became Noon. Noon became evening. Soon, it was time to pack up. He rode back. Without a question. When he entered his room, she was working on the building plan. "Wanna join me for the run?" he asked.

While running he recalled the events of the day to her. He had asked too many questions. He didn't get answers. She said "sometimes, you needn't always have an answer to every question". It hadn't really rained. It did work. and he still didn't understand why people slept away a good weather. At the end of the day, it didn't matter.