She got wet instantly. The water ran down the darkening folds of her dress, flowing over her skin. Large, warm drops slapped on the hair, on the shoulders, on the leaves, filling everything around with the unimaginable surround sound of a summer rain. He washed away everything else. Eyelashes got wet and flowed down in streams, dragging yesterday with it, and after it others. Heavenly water washes away fatigue and dirt of everyday life, unnecessary words and random people. The cardboard scenery of memory swelled, lurched, and crashed down.