The day started with pristine weather for a stablehand who did most of his work outside.
As Valerio swept the stables and organized a few supplies that had just been delivered, his head was in the clouds. He couldn't pay attention to his surroundings when his kiss with Leonor was fresh in his thoughts.
She not only stole his first kiss but his second as well. He always dreaded the thought of kissing someone and getting it wrong but she came back for seconds and he decided he must not have done such a bad job.
His head and heart were so full he hardly noticed heavy clouds roll in during the late afternoon. It was a typical spring for the coast and should have been no surprise when the heavens poured down.
Whenever it rained for the rest of his life, he thought of Leonor lying in a field with her leg shattered from her horse. She had finally told him what happened that day and made him forever wary of rain. He hoped that on days like that, she wasn't afraid.
