There was something about the November sky last night. The peculiar shades of grey in the heaving clouds and the cool sensation of the crisp air were so comforting and so lovely. I love rainy weather.
It rained as we walked around Darling Harbour, under one umbrella. Unlike other times, I didn't have to quicken my small steps to catch up with your big strides, and for the first time, I felt like I was up to your speed, or perhaps you unconsciously slowed down for me.
We sat and talked. I compared this time with the first time, the previous times, and the other times, and I realised so much and yet not much has changed. You're still poking fun. I'm still jokingly upset. We're evolving at the same pace as we're learning about each other. This is the beginning of a very beautiful friendship.
I liked how we shared one umbrella, though I became too self-conscious and fought the urge to walk in the rain by myself when you started to tease me. But I was hoping - wishing - that it would never stop raining, for I had found another reason to be fond of the rain.