March 14, 2004
The depressed rain fell and sloshed romantically in the cold streets, feeling particularly dejected at the couple so blatantly ignoring its fall. The dripping wet boy was staring at the girl, also somewhat drenched. He tenderly brushed a loose strand of wet hair from her face. "Do you love me?" The girl slowly smiled and nodded. Then the boy grinned like an idiot in sheer wonderment and joy, broke away, stared up into the sky and yelled, "She loves me! She loves me, she does!" Somewhere up there, someone threw a lightning bolt at him, and he never spoke again.