A June afternoon.
I was standing in the middle of a park in the pouring rain. No hat, no umbrella. Just me and the raindrops caressing my face.
I was staring at the clouded sky when I heard him for the first time.
"This sunny weather is gonna be the death of me," he said and walked away.
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Summer Park
Short StoryA June afternoon. I was standing in the middle of a park. And he happened to be there too.
