The clip of my heels on the concrete sounds softer than usual

My feet walking on pads of cloth

I feel like skipping but I know it is going to rain soon

I whistle, my lips perked in such a way as to create different notes and patterns and my chapstick lays like a wax coating over a candle

The thunder interrupts me

I reach into my bag and pull out a checkered black and white umbrella

I open it, and continue whistling

I have soon gathered myself into a crescendo so loud it crashes like waves when I am, yet again, interrupted

“Excuse me” he says

A pale white breath and dark blue voice

I am unsure and unwilling but I look towards him and his eyes are wonderful and I can’t remember what’s happening so I stare at him and…

He smiles

It is sparks of light blue and gold, lighting itself like firecrackers on steroids

“Would it be possible for me to get under your umbrella?” He asks

His polite tone excruciating, so much so my mind cannot logically handle it anymore

I blush

Red hot, my eyes and cheeks melting into my skull and

It burns it burns it burns

“Of course you can”

My reply is heavy in my lungs like cigarettes

He steps towards me

So close together like trees planted from seeds but far enough to get enough light

I wrap my arm around his to fit underneath the umbrella and soon we are both whistling and twirling and laughing in the rain

Our lips both coated with a shine like a white stone statue

We are sudden and full of ourselves

The mysterious way we happened upon this day

So profound

And then life went on

And so did the rain