Jonathan stared at her a moment when she patted the bench next to her. It was not often that he was able to watch someone play the piano as she did, and it blessed him to know she trusted him enough at her side. He grabbed his journalism stuff and then slid next to her just as she began to play the song. Her hands looked so free as her fingers glided over the ivory and ebony keys. He couldn't help himself falling at peace next to her before she said something about spring.
His imagination then ran away with it, playing a nice scene with blossoms blooming against the peridot grasses of spring. He took in a deep breath and nodded. It was like spring. "May I?" he asked, then began to play
Kiss the Rain without completely waiting for her to finish. His hands moved with such grace that it was obvious that his love for music was one with him. Soon his head began to move with his arms and his eyes were closed as he began to imagine rain around them on a beautiful spring day, though he said not a word as he moved with the soft beat.
Kiss the Rain, By: Yiruma =
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCSe66pWNmc