And the cold magnet Earth

Chris stared out at the pouring rain. It was, he supposed, better than snow, if only marginally. He squinted as lights flashed along the drive. Without a second thought, he hurried to the door and flung it open.

Winnie got out of her car and grinned at him. “Great weather, eh?” she called, over the sound of the rain on the wooden overhang of the porch.

“For ducks, maybe,” Chris called back. His eyes widened as she tugged off her raincoat and spun in the rain. It soaked her to the skin in moments. “What are you doing?” he called.

Winnie laughed and beckoned to him. “It’s not cold,” she called. “It’s refreshing!”

Sighing, Chris grabbed his umbrella and sprinted out to her. Standing in the middle of the lawn, he couldn’t help but smile. It was as if they were the only people in the world. Impetuously, he let the umbrella drop. Then he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers.


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