Puerto Vallarta Conexiones humanas

You told me to give up on my poncho and stand in the rain

The rain began on the Malecon at 8pm, and you stood next to a sculpture and let it fall on you. I was fighting a plastic poncho that kept blowing up over my face. You looked at me, laughed, and said, give up. I put it in a bin and we stood in the rain together for a whole minute, saying nothing. Then your bus came and...