Montréal, Summer 2009.
Marisa checked, hopelessly, the weather forecast. It had been raining every day of that week, and it was not drizzle, precisely. There was beauty in the rain, she wouldn't deny it, but she wanted to explore the city and she found herself needing a boat to do so.
Not far from where she was staying, Jack was canceling the plans with his friends. They wanted to do a picnic in Mont Royal and they didn't fancy ending up drenched. It hurt him staying in on a summer day, specially taking into account how few of them they actually had.
"Screw it" thought Marisa, "I'm going out regardless." She had wanted to go to Mont Royal since she had first landed in the city. She wouldn't go that day, but it didn't mean she had to spend one of her few free days indoors, after all she would have to leave after a month or so. She armed herself with her purple umbrella and towards the old part of the city. She had always wanted to see the Basilica under the rain.
Jack sat on his couch and turned on the TV. Soon the rain started falling, he took a look outside his window, the old cobblestones of the streets in Old Montréal getting wet, a girl with a purple umbrella battling against the downpour.
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