Always too early
All the others hide underneath their umbrellas. Not me. I'm letting the rain fall down on my face.
I'd always known that this day would come and that it'd be me looking down on him. Doesn't make it any easier for me though.
I can feel the heavy drops of water mingling with my tears and I think of him. I remember something Starsky once told me, how he'd sometimes wondered about this day.
Whether it would rain or not.
But even after almost forty wonderful years we've had together, I'd have been greatly surprised if it hadn't.