Highways and the Byways

It rained.

For the first time in a generation.

It wasn't supposed to rain.

It was supposed to be a charmed event.

But it rained.

That's not totally correct. It poured.

She wasn't there. And I thought at the time that was why it was raining.

That the rain was her absence. That only her return would make things right.

But the problem wasn't her absence. It was my inability to see that she was the problem.

So that night, with the celebration, with the crowds.

Came the rain.

It lasted for years.

I couldn't see it back then. But I could feel the cold wind. And the raindrops.