The rain drummed on the roof, and the wind knocked on the windows, as if it wanted to penetrate into the warmth and comfort of the small room. Two people were sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a plaid. He read poetry aloud to you, his voice was calm and gentle, like the sound of rain. You looked at Ezra, mesmerized by his voice and eyes that reflected the whole world. You met by chance, in the most ordinary cafe in the most ordinary city. He noticed you right away, even from afar, and your smile made his heart stop. You were like a bright flower growing in the heart of a gray winter, and Ezr couldn't just walk by. From the first day you became inseparable. You walked in the park, sat on the riverbank, read books in a quiet cafe, and every day you discovered something new, exciting and beautiful in each other. He took your hand. There was so much love, so much tenderness, so much happiness in Ezr's eyes that it seemed that there was no place for rain, wind, or cold in this small room. "Will you marry me?" The guy spoke with a tremor in his voice.