The jagged rain whipped me across my cheeks as the smell of the fresh ground seeped through my nostrils. The pugnacious wind forced my hair into the rain from underneath my umberella as I tried to flatten it down. The weather was repulsive. And I had to return from work at one-thrity in the morning. It was my brother’s birthday today. In a few hours, I’d have to wait for him to ring me. But I’d have to get home first. The tormenting weather seemed like it could prevent me from getting home.

I plodded my way through the cobblestone street, the wetness against my face, the autumn rain smelling sweet. An authoritative gust of wind slapped me from the front and turned my umbrella upside down.

The rain started stinging my face in the hacking cold. I pulled my coat tighter around me and enveloped myself in the layers. It did me no good. Powerless, I ran down the street. The lamp posts emitted a frail yellow light, hazy through the cold. But as I ran past them, they looked like yellow orbs to be, blurry but frivolous. After the remaining iota of energy seeped out of me, I stood by a lamp post, panting like a wild dog. After a while, my brief light breaths seems to be concealed by even heavier deep breaths. I turned and looked behind me, a man stood there, his face just above mine.

He didn’t say anything. He lent me his umbrella and took off his hat so that I could examine him. Underneath the shades of the hat, was a face that radiated masculinity. He wasn’t handsome, but there was a strange aura round him that drew me to take his face. His skin was between pale and olive. A pare of cold grey eyes rested above his high cheekbones that then sculpted into a strong jaw, his face, clean-shaven. His hair looked light and feathery as the black waves went into a solitary one that went past the steps in his forehead.  There was a strong connection between us. My breathing soothed in his company. I was spellbound by this man who I never knew. He was as still as a pebble. My mouth was open as I took his umbrella from him. I wanted to know him and talk to him but no words came out of my fainted larynx. After that moment of extreme strenght, he turned and walked away into the dissapearing night, fading into the rain as I heard his footsteps click away on the streets until he was barely discernible.

I went home anyway. I yearned for that man. The interest he had spawned in me was stifling. I never saw him after our moment together. I knew we’d never be attracted together. I didn’t try finding him; I didn’t know his name but I treasured that energy between us for a long time after that one minute.