The Weatherman stood by the tree. His arms were folded across his chest. His short brown hair was billowed slightly by the quiet breeze that played and danced its way through the park as the Weatherman watched the people go by. His beard was short again as well, and his coat was clean and looked just like new. He breathed deeply as his breeze passed by, savouring the city smells in the air. His sun shone on his face, casting its great glow upon the Weatherman's countenance and filling him with his midsummer warmth. His eyes moved around the path that passed in front of him and his attention was caught by something off to one side.
Everyone on the path disappeared suddenly, or at least that's the way it seemed to the Weatherman, because once he focused on what it was that he had seen, everything else was irrelevant.
Coming along the path was a young woman with untidy black hair rolling down her back, and a pair of sensible glasses resting on her nose. She wore a red summery top and a flowery skirt and had her arms folded about her diaphragm in a way that looked comfortable. As she walked, she admired the plants growing by the path and smiled when she saw her favourites.
As she drew closer to the Weatherman, she unfolded her arms and looked towards him. She grinned when he met her gaze and flashed a set of straight, white teeth. She waved and approached the Weatherman excitedly, placing her hands on his shoulders when she arrived in front of him. Raising one foot childishly behind her, she closed her eyes and kissed the Weatherman playfully on the nose before withdrawing and giggling like a young girl.
The Weatherman couldn't stop himself from laughing. She kissed him! The young woman had actually kissed him!
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The Weatherman
RomanceBeing in charge of the weather is a beautiful responsibility when you think about it. Although is being a force of nature worth paying the price of living a life invisible to the world?
