The Crying Woman

The storm arrived this morning and never seemed to leave. But that was okay because I had always loved rain. I could feel how heavy it had gotten by the sound of its every fall; the pattering on the roof sounded like a song made especially for me, it felt almost rude, not to appreciate it. So I set my knife and fork down, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.


As i exhaled, my eyes immediately fixated on a couple outside. Their coats were dark and damp from the journey they had taken to get here, their hair sleek, and clinging to their rosy cheeks. The woman was crying. Now I was intrigued.

She was hysterical; angrily thrashing her arms around as she screamed at the other. Her face getting redder and redder by the second, until she broke and started sobbing.

The man immediately caught her in his arms and embraced her tightly.

Momentarily, the noise in the cafe quietened down, I could no longer hear the blend of voices around me, or the music coming from every corner, or the clinking of cutlery against plates of food. I was engrossed in this story now; waiting to see what happened next.

He gently wiped the hair from the weeping woman’s cheeks, then held her face in his hands and smiled reassuringly into her eyes. I wish I could have heard what she said to her. While holding her and her gaze, he eventually brought a smile to his lovers puffy but now calm face.

Crying woman nodded, then laughed for a second, and smiled, leaning in for a thankful kiss. So heartfelt and loving, in a rainstorm, it was like watching a silent movie. I felt embarrassed, intruding in such an intimate moment, quickly turning back to my food. Stealing another quick, but not so quick glance, I saw them laughing together, arms around the other’s waist, foreheads touching.

They both smiled up at the sky, soaking in every glorious drop of rain like two flowers in a beautiful garden. To them, everyone else were just blades of grass. Background.

I smiled and went back to eating my now cold food.


**This was based on true events...obviously romanticised a little😅**

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