He and she were walking in the rain. The rain splashed madly and randomly all over his and her raincoat. It was coming down hard; he felt the drops flooding into the back collar of his rainjacket and he instinctively tried to cover his neck more. She was trying to adjust her hood so as to avoid getting her hair and neck wet. It was a hard rain but the trees and bushes around them were drinking it up ravenously. the bridge was a splendorous collision of big full drops competing to be the first ones down on the ground.
They were holding hands; the hard driving of the rain on their hands and arms did not dim their enthusiam, They clutched each others' fingers as if they were gold.
The cold beat down on them as they got increasingly
cold. They looked out onto the lake and watched some struggling yachts attempt to come into the dock.She frowned. Then she turned, looked at him, grinned and give him a tiny kiss on the nose. He is turn giggled and patted her on the back. Both grinning, they gave each other a hug.
It was a contrast to the lukewarm looks that some couples were giving each other with the warm weather the day before.
"James", she said.
"We're in trouble if this weather lasts. We're freezing today . Tis coming month will be cold. I will have to work over time to afford our flat.Not to mention the heating..." she sighed.
He looked into her eyes and stroked her hair.
"If you are with me, that's what counts."