Kimbra

Duncan reaches for my hand as the heavens open. We really should have paid more attention to the weather reports. Our shoes slide on the asphalt path as the crowd of concertgoers races toward the exits.

Allowing some to pass, we pause under a footbridge. Duncan wraps me in the wet blanket, covering my shoulders.

"That just came out of nowhere," he says with a grin.

I shake my head and wipe the moisture from my cheeks. "I think we should have paid more ...