マシャ and me in the rain

The rain came before Marcia completed her laps at the crag. So we sat at the BBQ shelter and talked till almost 10:00 p.m. as we watched the lightning danced across the sky. We talked about our past that made up who we are and and how we came to be here. But mostly, it was she who talked. She said that she doesn't normally talked much but she is comfortable to talk with me because I understand her. At one time she said something like "When I get home I get laid." in her Brazilian accent. I questioned her what she meant by that because getting laid means having sex. she said, "get late."
I said, "be late. not get laid." and we laughed it off.

When we decided to leave, I gave her my raincoat; changed my t-shirt to the tank top so that I have something dry to wear later on and we walked to the station. The rain was heavy and I felt cold as I tensed up. The cold became bearable as I relaxed and then it went away. I felt tired as if there was warm water running inside through my body. I stretched my arms out and looked up to see heavy drops of rain beating down at my face.

She looked like an elf from the "Lord of the Rings" with my raincoat on.

When we reached the station, she must have thought that I was going to accompany her and waited till her train arrived because she said that I should go on. As I was soaked, I said "Of course, if I was in love with you then this would be the bullshit thing to do. I am not in love with you." In truth, I never ever wanted to fall in love with anyone again because the extremities of that feeling and having been rejected is like going through manic depression.