Rain

I’m walking down a small cobblestone street. It’s pouring, I don’t have an umbrella. My shorts and my shirt are already soaked, and more and more cold water is hitting me. It was so warm just a few minutes ago.
I look at the girl next to me. She’s as wet as I am, smiling widely nonetheless. “Rain is wonderful, isn’t it?” It is. I’ve never minded rain and hopefully never will.
“Let’s look for a street musician.” She takes my hand and drags me forward, down the small alley. We pass old archways, half grown over by plants from the adjacent houses’ balconies. I follow her lead, a mass of wet brown hair in front of me, occasionally replaced by her smiling face. We cross a deserted square.
“Do you really think there will still be street musicians out in this rain? If I were them, I would have brought my instrument into safety.” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She said and walked on with determination. “I hope you didn’t want to imply that we should give up looking for one, but rather go home.” The rain got even stronger. The water already filled up all the spaces between the cobblestones.
“Never” I smiled. “Let’s turn right here, towards the market square.” We passed through a gate and ended up on the market square, a usually busy place with restaurants on the sides and a fountain in the middle.
“Look.” She pointed straight towards the fountain, in front of which an old man sat below an umbrella that was somehow held in place by his music stand and played on an accordion. We slowly walked over towards the old man and his music.
“Let’s hope this rain sticks around for a long time.” I said as we sat down in front of him, like we were little kids.
She smiled. “We’ll force it to last.”


 

This blog post was inspired by the Writing 101 / Daily Post prompt: “Choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the backstory. How does this specific location affect you? Is it somewhere you’ve been, luring you with the power of nostalgia, or a place you’re aching to explore for the first time?”

It turns out that for me that place is not really a place, but more a feeling the place I would like to be transported to would give me.

Hope you like it (:

-Ben

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