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A rainy little piece for the worst storm of 2016 where I am at the moment
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Raindrops trickle down the glass screen of the bus shelter. I'm hypnotised by their funny little races controlled by the temperamental winds. My overactive imagination (somewhat poisoned by recent biology lectures) creates little lives for each one.
          Two water souls, pulled towards one another by their cohesive properties, promised soul mates craving to once again be one. Wind and Adhesion, their overbearing parents diminishing any romance in their lives....
A belligerent gust of icy wind drives the two droplets completely off course, breaking my concentration of trying to telepathically force them together.
I turn my attention to the rich espresso cradled in my gloved palms. Taking a sip, I feel the warmth seep through my chilled insides. Snuggling my chin deeper into my scarf, I wrap my thick raincoat tighter, trying to envelope as much warmth possible.
Cars flash by; black, blue, taxi, red double decker bus spraying water from the gutter onto my once dry shoes.
My eye catches a flicker of sunshine yellow amongst the dull greys. Turning my head, my eyes capture a raincoat accompanied by lipstick red boots splashing the puddles with suppressed joy. Mouse brown hair cascades in drenched waves down her back. Glasses matching her boots and flushed cheeks are turned up to the immense ashen blanket, facing the incoming tyrant of raindrops.
A vibration runs through the right breast pocket of my jacket making me jump, almost spilling my heat source. I dig out my phone finding one new text from Mum.
Wont be able to pick you up, meeting's running late again. Dinner's in the freezer. Stay safe xxx
Sighing I shake my head and look towards home, my eyes once again catching on the sunshine girl now scattering puddles while walking towards the amber traffic lights barely visible above the sea of umbrella's.
I gather my portfolio in the crook of my arm, draining the last of the rich warm drink, before opening my ruby red umbrella to the pitter pat of droplets.
Hurried splashes follow the dancing ones till they both fall even, in line with the winter cold souls in slate suits.
I look half at her bright blue eyes, sparkling with amusement, half at the pool of water by our feet.
"Share my umbrella?"
"Share my rain cloud?"

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