The water reminded him too much of himself

When the rain fell, he fell too. Not as prettily, mind you, with more a splat than a drip, but if anyone had said that to him he would have been appalled. Right now he was more appalled because of the rain falling on his head than anything else. He knew it was an instinctual reaction, when he really should have been more worried about the ground and how he had landed on it.

He could hear them shouting above him, from the window. He debated getting back up, but if he moved at all they might come out after him. Instead of risking that, he remained exactly where he had fallen, loathing each raindrop which landed on his back, in his hair.

It wasn’t too long before the other man arrived. His voice almost sounded panicked, until he reached his side. “Wha… you’re all right?”

“Darling, you look a mess.” He pushed himself up to his knees. “My outfit’s ruined.”

The merchant scowled, checking him over despite pretending to seem unconcerned. “Your outfit will be more than ruined when I’m through with you! You were all right and you just lay there?”

He shrugged. “You don’t look like that much of a mess.”

They got out of the rain, all he needed. Other than that, it was just another Tuesday.

Lost and Found and Found

He noted the wallet while seated at the bench.

It was laying there, the leather soaking through in the puddle. He wasn’t sure if it had dropped there recently or not, because he hadn’t been paying attention to it until this point.

Still, it was best not to leave it there. He made to stand up.

Then a teenager ran, eyes frantic. When he saw the wallet, he made a beeline for it, picking it up as he kept going.

That was that. The man sat back down on the bench and stayed out of the rain.


The sky was covered. She peered out from under the awning. Yep, it was starting to rain.


She turned to see her underclassman. “Oh! I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought you were busy.”

“Yeah, was.” He held out his umbrella. “Here.”

She could hear the rain beating against it. Almost magnetic, she reached out and took it. “Oh. Thanks. But what about-”

“Just a little rain,” he interrupted, before running off into the shower. She watched him go.

Her shoes got wet, but nothing else.


On the day of their anniversary, it began to rain. She was ecstatic. Turning to her wife, Kyung-soon said “Forget all of our plans. Let’s just take a walk.”

And they did. Lilah had taken her shoes off as they reached the edge of the grass. Kyung-soon’s parents were watching the children, so Lilah did not have to come up with an excuse as to why she was sinking her toes into the mud. Kyung-soon watched the splatter work its way up Lilah’s ankles and bottom of her skirt. Her own hair stuck to her face, bangs pressed almost into her eyes. Kyung-soon swept those drenched strands aside.

Lilah’s voice was almost drowned out as the rain came down harder. “It was raining then too, wasn’t it?”

Kyung-soon nodded, hands clasped behind her back. “Even more than today. Then it started to thunder.”

“You think it might today?”

“I hope so.”

They stood there, side by side, looking up at the deep shades of grey plastered across the skies. Kyung-soon scanned the endless cloud cover, distracted the moment Lilah kissed her.

It was like it had been ten years ago. No matter what had happened, what would happen, Kyung-soon knew Lilah’s gamble had been the best thing to ever happen to her.