The rain was falling from the almost dark sky like the teardrops from the eyes of a crying baby. All the city was under it, and nobody could run away. Rush steps could be seeing and heard while people were trying to get to the underground or to the bus. The streets were filled with cars. That always happen on rainy days, and it’s hard to understand the because. But people usually don’t ask this kind of question, because people dislike answerless questions.
Walking in the opposite direction of a real multitude, a blue spot was walking the subway stair up, trying to reach the streets. It was hard, but not because of it he gave up. He reached the rain and smiled, under his black umbrella. Had boots on his feet and a warm blue coat. He looked the both ways of the street, even if it was impossible to see anything thanks to the water curtain.
His steps made big ants scale waves on the pavement while he was walking the fastest he could. All the time people were on the opposite direction, and he was getting wetter and wetter. After a while he saw a red spot not too far away. It wasn’t moving and hadn’t a umbrella. He ran, needing to deflect from the people who were on his way.
When the blue spot got near to the red spot a black spot put itself above them. She smiled to him when less raindrops were reaching her, and he smiled when saw her eyes. Their lips touched each other’s and they could feel the water still reaching them, because the dark umbrella was too small for two spots. But they didn’t care.
Hand in hand the red spot and the blue spot hided themselves under the black spot, kissing and laughing of the rain.
"Under the moonlight she waited. He shouldn't be too away, but that was her desire. First she wanted him next to her, and now she simply didn't wants him anymore."
-My name is not Níh;
