We looked over the rail of the lanai and silently watched the ripples of clouds gathering in the morning sky.
Rain, on the last day of our trip to paradise.
He looked at me and smiled. Nothing was going to ruin this day.
We packed our lunches, towels and a change of clothes. He stuffed the bright orange parkas into the backpack.
As we stepped out of the tour bus and heard the crashing of the waves. We felt the first drops of rain pelting on the rustling palm leaves.
We grasped hands and ran, laughing, to the water’s edge. NOTHING was going to ruin this day.