Forever falling short

It rained.

They looked at the rain. Then at each other. Then at the rain again.

They knew that they had to go. That the world outside was waiting for them, and that they very soon would be late for it. But they also knew that the rain was of the short, intensive kind, and that if they but waited for a moment, it would pass. Moreover, they knew that if they waited, they would have that much longer of a moment together.

They waited.

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