“When the Rain Stopped” The rain had been falling for almost an hour. She stood beneath the small shelter outside the café, holding her phone in one hand and trying to protect her hair with the other. The street was almost empty, washed clean by the rain. Then he arrived. No dramatic entrance. No words. Just him, standing beside her, slightly out of breath, holding a black umbrella. She looked at him. He smiled. “Still waiting?” She nodded. “For the rain to stop?” She looked at the road. “For you.” He didn't know what to say. For a moment, the sound of rain became the only thing… Read more