Oct 28, 2013
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He’d always thought rain to be romantic.
The sound of it. Drops against the sidewalk. Two pairs of feet walking under an umbrella.
You know the cliches.
Yet his mouth fell open when he opened the door of his house and saw Lucie, soaked to the skin, standing in the rain.
He grabbed the umbrella by the door and rushed to her side, arm pulling her close. “What were you doing out there, Lucie? Come on in, before you catch a cold!”