She could not help but hear the old children's song in her head. Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day. There was supposed to be only sunshine. There was supposed to be warmth and calm. Instead their was rain and wind and a drop to cooler temperatures.
Nothing ever went as planned. She should just accept that by now. She tried. As she wiped away the plump, clinging droplets from the chairs and table on the patio, she reminded herself there was no use fretting over what was beyond her control. At least the night would smell lovely with that fresh, rain soaked renewal hanging in the air.
It was hard to accept though. Tonight of all nights she wanted to be perfect. It can still be so. A different sort of perfect, that's all. She smiled a little at the thought. There's more than one way to be perfect and perhaps tonight's way would involve a few raindrops.
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