Her foot smacked the puddle, sending water up our shins. We giggled over the rims of our red Solo cups, the red wine staining our tongues.
“He’s insane!” She yelled.
“What’s he thinking?” I said back.
The ocean turned to a deep gray as the clouds swirled above, dropping a steady rhythm of rain over its surface.
Cars splashed waves from their tires. But the sidewalk was all ours. Who else would be crazy enough to stroll in the storm?
We were. But it’s the men who made us. Their antics. Their audacity. It took a friend to carry some of the load. Someone to say: it’s not you. You deserve better.
Fat raindrops plopped into my cup, watering down my wine. But I didn’t care. We sipped. We laughed. We talked.
Friendship in Hard Moments
What could’ve been an evening of sadness alone turned into a memory of walking in the rain. Relating, knowing, feeling…strolling through a storm with someone by your side is better than hunkering down alone.
Friendship means walks in the rain. It means picking up the phone and saying yes. It means stopping at the store to grab a bottle of wine and remembering the opener and the plastic cups, too.
When one can’t remember to send a text, another remembers it all. And then some.
It’s appreciating the gems amidst the pile of rubble.
It’s raindrops in wine and pain turned to laughter.
