We’ll share this umbrella all the way home.

Fingers touch and interlock around the aluminum stem.

Shoulders touch as streams of rain fall from the umbrellas awning.

Feet send ripples through puddles.

Cars fly by, turn puddles to tsunamis.

Two unknowns, united by torrential downpour.

Lips touch, both savor the moment.

Because they know it’ll be over in a New York minute.