I stood at the steep of the bridge, watching the couple dance in the rain. I couldn’t see their faces, but watching them live perhaps their life’s most joyous moment, I felt I was them.
The rain started beating down harder, and the couple became less visible as the drops of water filled up the air. I wanted to throw away my own umbrella and dance. I probably would have, had my feet not become numb as my thoughts took me back in time.
My eyes rained too that evening.