Literature
Rain and regret forgive forget
The rain was hammering down hard on the dark pavement, taking no notice of what it had to pass through or glide down by in order to reach its goal, soaking all that could be soaked. The inhabitants of the city had gotten indoors as soon as it had started. All but one.
He knew this was an act of desperation that would most probably end up with him paying a close lip visit to the pavement, but he didn't know what else to do.
This was his last chance to make things right, to make it all work out for the best, before everything went straight to hell. For all he knew, it could already be too late.
If he'd just turned around and answered instead