Peering out her window, she watched the rain fall from the sky.
Rain, cold rain, pouring down in buckets.
Rain, nasty rain, forcing her to postpone their plans.
Turning away, she threw herself onto her bed, pummeling her fists and thrashing her legs about, like a toddler pitching a temper tantrum.
Tears started to fall from her eyes, almost as hard as the rain falling from the thick, low clouds outside.
She'd come so close. She could almost see the finish line—almost see him waiting there for her with open arms.
Until the clouds rolled in and the rain started to fall. Nasty, miserable, dream-shattering rain.
Her phone rang, and with a heavy heart, she flipped it open, not bothering to check the caller id... she already knew who it was. "Hello?" she answered quietly.
"Hey," he said. "So, um, about today…"