I believe it was fate.

Most likely the raindrops that poured down on us relentlessly.

The street was abandoned, and so was the sky for it was deserted of any colour.

The grey clouds smothering all rising stars, although there were something that shined brightly.

The bright sphere, a night light comforting me from behind the curtains of grey.

I was still, until the sky started waling,

And so I was objected to the cold water pattering down on my simple suit, simple shoes, simple tie.

Pattering,

Before pouring,

Before assaulting.

I ran to a thin little alleyway, peering out and observing the street,

All the business men continuing on with scowls, upper East women shrieking and running into the nearest shops, and a stranger freezing.

My eyes quickly focused on the frozen stranger,

For about two minutes they were still,

As if a statue.

Their head turned to the right, then the left as if contemplating before jumping out onto the middle of the road.

I flinched, I wanted to move and scold them,

But I wasn’t even able to murmur a curse.

My eyes drew dry as I didn’t miss a moment, even of blinking, as I watched the stranger slowly twirl.

She rose her hands and looked up at the grey sky, and I looked up too.

And the sky didn’t seem as grey as it did before.

I stared as she danced in the rain,

And I started to stop noticing how the rain poured down on me, drenching my clothes.

I took a step forward, my eyes still on her as I notice her turn her head.

An umbrella was offered to her that night, and she accepted.

No words were exchanged during this silent, intimate moment.

I took another step, racing in the middle of the street before freezing, rain pouring down on me, my hair sticking to my skin as I watched her and another stranger walk down the abandoned street.

It was then, that I started to feel how heavy and drenched my clothes had become, and I felt every rain drop fall on my skin.

I felt.