We are walking down the street, still some tense.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Suddenly it starts to rain hard and we run to take shelter under a porch.
I don't dare to hold her hand so I reach our improvised refuge first, seeing there how she does it, slowly, almost walking.
I smile at her, so beautiful under a rain that doesn't seem to bother her.
She smiles me back, brushing her wet hair out of one of her impossible blue eyes, as she gets closer.