rain

Water drops clung to her eyelashes. Rainwater was running down her back. The coffee steamed. She squeezed her hands around the cup and watched the rain pattering against the windowpane. Like pebbles, thrown by children's hands.
She took a gulp of coffee. A newspaper was rustling. Blue eyes surveyed her across the football results and the weather forecast. Surveyed her wet face. Her wet hair. Her wet jacket.
She shivered and embraced herself. The coffee had stopped steaming. She could see white particles swimming in the cup.
It was still raining. The blue eyes were still looking at her.
She stared down at the table surface.
Scars. Printed on wood. Visible for everybody.
The room started to blur in front of her eyes.

A hand.
A tissue.
Blue eyes.
She wiped her face.
"It's raining."
Blue eyes.
"Yes. I know."