Sun Comes Shining Through

At first, he gazed unseeingly at the endless sea of blue before him. The deep blue of the rhythmically lapping ice cold waters and the vibrant pale blue of the sky overhead, dotted here and there with fluffy clouds, the very colour of pearls. Though the sun beating down should have warmed him, he shivered still, for the cracks in his heart still felt like piercing icicles, stabbing repetitively at already open, gaping wounds.

He had been so lost in his own mindless little dreamworld that he'd completely lost track of the time. Suddenly, he blinked, shaking his head like a wet dog trying to dry off. He blinked again with a sharp intake of breath as the sight before him made a connection with his mind. He allowed gravity to pull him back down on to the park bench as a lone tear traced a quickening path from his eye. Finally, his eyes moved, turning up toward the sky. "Everything happens for a reason," he managed to say in a whisper, touching his fingers to his throat, trying to feel for the lump that seemed to be lodged there. His gaze drifted to the increasing number of clouds rolling in overhead, darkening in shades till they were more black than white. "But I'm still looking for the reason, for the silver lining in the cloud."

As the rain began to fall with increasing heaviness, he sat motionlessly, slowly growing saturated as he looked up at it. Again, he became lost in his own mind, returning only to reality at the sudden sensation of something touching his skin, making him jump. Slowly, he looked round to see a pale hand on his shoulder. His eyes traced a path up from the hand, to their arm, shoulder, and finally, at their smiling, kind eyed face.
"You looked like you could use some shelter," said the woman, holding her umbrella a little closer.
"Thank you," he said, rising to his feet with a slight wince at the effort.
"Shall we go find somewhere a little... less wet?" She asked hopefully. "I mean, it's beautiful here, but..." She gestured upward at the sky, and the rain still falling down.
"Sure," he said, smiling as he exhaled slowly.

He glanced at her before looking out the window. "I did think that that was reflective of how I felt," he said.
She reached across the table for his hand and he met her eyes once more as she spoke, "and now?"
"Now," he said slowly, "now the sun is starting to shine through the clouds."