Puerto Vallarta Spotkania

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...