“We were together. I forget the rest”

Walt Whitman

Life passes by and there comes a moment when you wonder whether you`re
in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself?
How does one talk about separation? Do we even have the right words to
describe something that can be both utterly mundane and completely
transcendent, pulling us out of our everyday lives and making us feel a part of something greater than ourselves?

Raindrops On My Window provides an intimate window into the great events and quotidian trifles of being within a couple, giving you an indelible
and deeply moving portrait of love in contemporary times. A simple play about love and its loss; a couple`s contemplation — was it merely the loss of love or much more?