The rain began to pepper down harder.

“Over here.” he said, taking her hand, leading her to a small arbor archway.   They huddled there out of the rain, holding one another close, her head upon his chest.

The public garden, with its abundant flowers, rippling stream and lily covered koi pond was full of the familiar smells and sounds of earth in the rain.

Holding him, she looked deep into his eyes, thinking  “I will never forget this moment.”

Looking into her eyes, he had no such thought.  Only the feeling that all was right with the world, and he was happy being with her. Even happier to be out of the rain.

Fifty years later, she never thinks of that moment.  Who knows if she even remembers it?  He thinks of it every time it rains, or whenever he catches that scent of flowers or hears a rippling stream.