The rain came down, suddenly, like an overturned glass of sprite. She shook the water out of her eyes only to be lashed by her hair, now heavy on her head, streaming with water. As she walked faster, her ankle twisted reminding her of her brand new too expensive shoes that were probably ruined. Too high, too expensive, the color of summer fresh tomatoes with a bow on the toe.
Yesterday they had seemed like a good idea, the kind of idea you have when the weather is perfect, not too hot but with sky so clear it doesn't seem like bad weather will ever happen again. That had been yesterday, everything perfectly clear, until last night when the world had crashed down on her even when the stars shone in the perfect night sky.