It would be great if it could connect you and me just like rain connects the sky and the earth. That small step was only about eleven centimeters, but it felt like a century had been spanned. The air was filled with the fishy smell of soil being turned up, mixed with the faint citrus aroma wafting from the tips of her hair. The rain fell endlessly, like a barrier, blocking out the noisy people, leaving only the eaves in this square inch, like an isolated island floating on the water.
