It came cascading down. The rhythmic drum giving her comfort, as it hit the roof of the cars behind her.
She smiles. She is in love with her and hurting at the same time. No one notices. She could look into those brown eyes and be sinking but, she wouldn’t notice.
‘Why are you walking in the rain, when you know you could catch a cold?’
‘Why do you love, when you know it could hurt you?’ and she walked away.
