You walked out into the cold rain, you said you were used to coming and going in the rain... This language expressed the solitude of a woman, her disappointment, and her necessary self reliance.
I couldn't help but wonder if those raindrops came from man made torrents...
I was not able to deal with your strength of will, just as I had no answer for your solitude and your disappointment. Later you sent a letter saying that you caught a bad cold from the rain, but that it was a small price for a moment of happiness. I read the letter, and turned it over and read the other side. The back was white and empty.
