A great day to walk, she thought On this beautiful, random Tuesday Not a cloud in the sky She bounced down her steps Unknowing with in moments She will soon meet Someone she has waited for most of her life

At the same time The man she has been seeking Left his office around the corner

He yelled to his office mate, “I’m running to grab a bite” His office mate acknowledged as he hung up the phone

Waiting in line, he notices His time for break time is almost over- Streets filled with strangers looking up
Moving quickly As the storm is drawing closer

The energy begins rising Air growing in density Leaves begin to rustle It won’t be long before it’s here

The rain begins to fall Little sporadic at a times Loud crashes of thunder Begin to stun a few passersby’s

Rain is now flooding the road as the cars drive by He knows he needs to hurry

He leaves the restaurant Running and fighting his umbrella He can’t seem to figure it out He noticed it’s broken not sure it will hold water

She, just a few steps ahead - She hears fumbling behind her Quickly turning not knowing what she will find, surprised her

In that split second Their eyes lock Without a word exchanged- “Do I know” they both uttered, except neither knew the others name

Instantly they both feel something is different Deep inside their being He is still struggling with his umbrella still Then starts to scream - Like a frustrated child he gets louder questioning, “who invented this stupid thing?”

“Finally!”, he exclaims, with a sense of victory He looks again to her, smiles With the eyes of a child - Big, wide eyed he gazes at her

Motions to her- to come under and share his covering for a while

She smiles back to him in that moment She knew he was the one She couldn’t understand She felt as if she had known him

His first words to her ,not romantic , “which way you going “ he shouts She chuckles and says “I can’t hear you over the rain” He says again, This time without screaming -

She smiles and points, this way He nods in agreement Beginning on their journey

Within a few short moments She immediately feels at ease In this stranger’s company There is no anxiety

Drop by drop their closeness grows under the simple broken umbrella They remain close Both In disbelief how they found one an other On this random, Tuesday

They can feel sparks between them Not understanding why- Each accidental time their bodies touch Their is a connection that passes through them Almost electrifying-

Step by step- Their hearts rate increases Still both dont understand What they are feeling - Never expected this to happen Without knowing the others name

She arrives and expresses, this is my stop she continues to say, “I can’t thank you enough”

(She feels she will have regret if words are left unsaid)

She smiles back at the stranger
Before she knew it -

He grabbed her close in his arms “Please forgive me, I know I am a stranger This is crazy but I have to say, when we make eye contact a strange feeling came over me. I’ve been here before, not sure where or how I feel I know you. I don’t understand how”

He went on to tell her, what many men struggle to say:

He admitted his feelings, he was open, vulnerable and unafraid…. She smiled back at him and agreed “Don’t worry I understand what you are saying”

Before she could finish,

His eyes lit up like Christmas morning He reached in and pulled her close He kissed her like he was leaving for war
Not knowing, if he would return home

As they kissed, she looked up to Thank God She said in her mind, “hahah so you are there, I see” Questioning how he got it all right

Everything I searched for He seemed to be the match to After all this time, I’ve found him.
She said with glee…

He even has the twinkle in his eyes, when he smiles looking over at me (That was in the “extra column”)

The rain disappeared They both had to go After exchanging their information They set up their first date, knowing it would go on forever Or so the story goes …..

Both walking away in disbelief How could it be? I met my person on a normal day of the week?

Understanding moments like these are Often rare, Only come- so often Hesitate or blink You will surely see; how quick You can miss your opportunity -❤️

quarter-to-four and the rain had already started. of course, it was merely a light sprinkle, but the forecast this morning said that it would only begin around five o’clock, and by then i had planned to be on the four-thirty train out of this hellhole. the wind picked up, and i almost lost my hat several times as i marched down the streets of new york city towards grand central station. i watched as people around me desperately ducked inside stores or frantically pulled umbrellas out of their bags as the rain started to pour heavier. unluckily for me, i had to be at grand central by four-twenty the latest, and according to my gps, i had to keep walking or else i wouldn’t make it. oh, also, i had no umbrella. soon the rain became so strong, it felt like little stings as the drops hit my face, and i was entirely soaked through. i thanked the heavens that i had a waterproof case, otherwise i’d probably have to spend an extra two hours in this city, and that was not something i was willing to do. cursing under my breath, pushing against the wind, i trudged on through miniature rivers and colossal puddles on the sidewalk. 10 more minutes. by now almost all pedestrians were nowhere to be seen, except for this one tall guy up ahead. he had this white-and-blue checkered umbrella, and he was just standing in the middle of the sidewalk and staring at the puddles, or maybe there was something on the ground. i don’t know, what did i care? i had somewhere to be. right before i passed where he was standing, a car zoomed by and splashed me with muddy road water. god, how i hated life. “hey, want to stand under my umbrella a little?” i barely realized he was talking, and it took me a minute to register what he had said. “there’s enough space for both of us.” i shook my head. “i have to be at grand central for the four-thirty train to poughkeepsie. i can’t just stand around.” he paused, checked his watch, and then said “i can walk you there, it’s only ten minutes away.” i said nothing. and so we walked to grand central, this stranger and i, stark opposites. he was tall, six foot something, with blue eyes and sandy hair. i was short, five foot, with dark eyes and even darker hair. also, he was completely dry, while i was sopping wet. the ten minutes passed in silence, as we made our way to the station. and when we got there, he just walked away, and i barely had time to say thank you.

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it was around three-thirty when i decided to go on a walk, what with being cooped up all day. i checked my forecast; rain shouldn’t have started till five, but i took my umbrella anyways, just in case. i walked down the street, with nowhere specific to be, just to stretch my legs. at three-forty-five it started to rain, but i liked to feel the little sprinkle on my cheeks and the wind on my back. of course, when it picked up, i had no other choice but to open my umbrella, because i was wearing my favorite wool sweater, which i didn’t want to get wet. a shame though. i would’ve loved a nice walk in the pouring rain. i stopped at my favorite dip in the sidewalk. i loved it there because when it was raining, a big puddle formed and the pitter-patter of the drops hitting the water sounded like a melancholy whisper, or a song, one that i could never hope to understand. gosh, how i loved life! that’s when i saw her; a yellow taxi drove through the puddle and the water splashed all over her. it didn’t really matter though, because she was already really wet. she was clutching her phone as she walked with determination through the streets. i took pity, she looked so angry. i walked her to grand central station, not that it probably helped, because she was already soaking, but it was the least i could do. she kept on grumbling about being late, something about needing to get on the four-thirty train. i couldn’t help but think how funny it was that we should bump into each other here in new york. i mean, of all the places she could be, she was in new york at that very moment! how special, how amazing it was to be alive! after she went into the station, i wandered off, dreams of life and glorious things filling my head.

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LOLOLOL have y’all watched miraculous 🐞🐈‍⬛ this lowkey reminded me of that

On the left side holding the umbrella is me Close by is our destination As bad as we both want to look down to avoid The downpour Strong wind and heavy rain One of us has got to look up and focus So we can get there safe It's me Guiding Counting 1,2,3 Hoping and jumping over the puddles at the same You won't get left behind ''You ok I asked'' Look up We made it we've arrived here safely.

There you were Alone and drenched Just like me On the park bench Your hands cold Shivering white Pale as ghost Yet blue as night

You seemed to be Disassociating Out of your mind Succumbed to waiting I grasped your hand Head snapped up in surprise I slid closer To your hood-shaded eyes

You seemed hesitant I didn’t think it possible The shivering stopped You froze with my close proximal Chilled past shivering By me, the encroaching stranger Didn’t stop to think You’d interpret this as danger

“I’m sorry,” I whispered My vocal chords were steeped in winter’s tea Voice raspy from unuse “I noticed you in the elements, see?”

I moved my umbrella So it would cover the both of our heads You lost faith in kindness But I helped you instead

The rain knows How I long to meet her

The wind blows Making me feel her shiver

I ask her, “Do you think it snows?” She stares through me as if I’m timber

I wince, taking the blows But I can take it for her

She’s puzzling at first glance Boring at the second

But you’ll wanna take another chance And you’ll thank the rain, who beckoned

The stranger and yourself, to shelter together And you’ll wonder, how does the rain know?

Beneath the storm’s relentless cry, Two souls stand as the world rushes by. Drops cascade in an endless stream, The kind that washes away a dream.

But under the umbrella, snug and tight, They find a haven in the silver night. His arm steadies, her hand grips close, A fragile shelter, but one they chose.

The rain taps out a soft refrain, A melody played on every pane. Yet their silence speaks louder still, A bond unyielding, a mutual will.

Their laughter mingles with the storm, A warmth that makes the cold transform. Each glance a spark, a quiet fire, Amid the rain, they find desire.

The city blurs in a watery haze, As puddles mirror the streetlamp’s gaze. But under the umbrella, time slows down, No rushing crowds, no bustling town.

They walk together, step for step, Through alleys soaked and secrets kept. The rain may fall, the wind may roar, But love shelters them evermore.

Darling it's raining such a horrid day to be wet

but I like when your swaying so dont make it such a fret

I just got my hair done curled and all

loosen up and have some fun we could dance and have a ball

No darling I'm freezing outside is just to cold

well baby I'm reeling to see you get bold

But my shoes are new and I need to meet up with Ella

Let me woo I could even get an umbrella

But darling it's raining

do I care?

But darling I'm freezing

so just bare

But darling-

lets just go dancing

Fine.

oh, this will be devine

Sudden rain befalls. Two lost souls, nowhere to go. One shared canopy.

While we stand here, Close and wet, I sense something else is near, The scent of regret.

I knew I shouldn’t have killed her, And I’m sorry to say, You might not concure, But she’s out of the gray.

She won’t hurt anymore, She’ll be blissfully glee, Though it’s hard to ignore, She’s not completely free.

So, instead of saying sorry, I’ll take you too, Under this umbrella, No one will have a clue.

The rain begins, a sudden pour,
Two strangers meet, and nothing more—
But fate, it seems, has drawn them near,
Beneath an umbrella, hearts unclear.

Their hands brush close, a silent spark,
As raindrops dance in shadows dark.
The world is blurred in sheets of gray,
But in this space, they’re swept away.

No words are spoken, yet they know
That time has slowed, the moments flow,
The storm outside, the quiet here,
Two souls that wander, unaware.

And when the rain begins to cease,
They part in silence, yet a peace
Lingers between them, soft and bright—
Two strangers sharing fleeting light.