He stood shivering on the corner in a drenched trench coat staring at his brogues.
She was garbed in heliotrope avoiding the puddles.
Making her way to him, she paused to think about last year's wine and cheese tasting.
He remembered that he loved her.
The rain began again.
She hurried to the corner all the while forgetting her wine; and cheese.
He looked up to see her approaching; he pretended not to see her.
She stopped at the corner.
"Your trench coat is soaked," she says. "And you're shivering."
"Yes, I know. I've been in the rain."
"Perhaps you should get out of the rain."
"May I ask why?"
"Because you wouldn't be there."