A little fall of rain
It was a day of terrible weather, of heavy rain and people staying in their homes and in their shops. Stalls open were few, only the most dedicated owners huddled within the tiny bit of shelter offered by their livelihood. Serving the few customers who braved it outside out of necessity and cradling the hot tea offered by fussing wives from nearby houses.
Strolling through these streets with no apparent rush in his step was a poet by the name of Jean Prouvaire. He walked at a slow pace with a peaceful smile on his face. His walk seemed timed to a silent beat. The bounce and sway in his walk could be both taken as sweet and unsettling.
He wore no hat and seemed uncaring in how wet his hair got. He seemed uncaring also that his rather expensive looking waistcoat was being ruined as the rain fell harder.
Instead his face turned suddenly excited. A passer by would explain it like a child opening a gift.
His hands threw up by his side and it was then that a daisy chain could be noticed on this strange man's wrist.
''My dear 'Ponie!'' He exclaimed at his friend. He continued on.
''My fellow lover of nature, my belief in humanity and my beautiful muse. Please bring yourself to give me a moment of your time although I know it to be precious.'' The voice bellowed down the quiet street.
It surprised everyone present when a street urchin ran towards the man only to jump into his open embrace.
''You are wearing my daisies, dear Jehan.''
''You were wearing your serious face before my call''
''I shall make another chain and wear it so we are linked. Then you shall know I was simply joking with Gavroche.''
''Then I need not worry.'' he concluded with a satisfied smile.
''Indeed. Can we dance in the rain, Monsieur? No other man dare take a lady out in this. Even if I am not such in the first place.'' Jean huffed.
''You are right of course. Not a lady. You are a goddess. Let me escort you.'' Eponine went from hurt to blushing within a moment. However she still made a point to huff at the outstretched hand before taking it.
It surprised no one when the odd couple began dancing in the street.