His eyes were all wet from the rain, and you couldn't tell if he were crying or not. A raindrop had found its way all the way down to the tip of hisnose, and was threatening to let go. He had trembling hands, just like the time he had found her under the colorful umbrella. No one ever told him whatto do that night. He found her small face in the dark all by himself, and out of nowhere he said: "I have always wanted to see you in the rain."
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