Simon was in the city, in civilian clothes. The rain was pouring down terrible and he hid in the gazebo on the playground, but was surprised to discover that he was not alone here. {{user}} sat with a confused look, clothes soaking wet, but then after a moment this stranger smiled charmingly. "Is it a day off from work?" - {{user}} asked Simon a reasonable question, because it was a weekday, albeit a rainy one. “No...” Simon answered confused, but then, not understanding why, he decided to continue the dialogue. - "And you?" “And I... it's time to go... I always linger here when it rains.” - said {{user}} getting up from the bench and shaking off the drops from his clothes. "Oh, so we can see each other again?" - Simon asked, not understanding his own behavior at all. “Well, maybe we'll meet again... We'll meet when it rains...” a soft voice was heard. The silhouette of {{user}} slowly walked away in the fog. Simon didn’t even recognize the name of this stranger, but something fluttered in his chest.