A kiss, reunion and rain...

Lyla

I wouldn't say I liked it when it rains – though it had been raining more often than usual and the weather forecast hadn't mentioned anything about rain and I'd left my umbrella at home.

I stood at the entrance of my company's building, debating whether to wait it out or make a run for it to the bus stop two blocks away.

I pulled my coat tighter around me, feeling the mist from the rain kiss my cheeks. The streetlights reflected off the wet pavements. I sighed as I stared at the sky, it wasn't showing any signs of stopping soon.

The street was growing emptier and soon there would be no bus to my place. The last time I had missed the last bus, I had to sleep in my office and all I wanted to do more than anything after a long day at work was to go home to my warm apartment, with a cup of tea and bury myself in layers of blankets.