The Night I Shared My Umbrella with a Stranger 🌧️

Introduction
It was raining that kind of soft, slow rain that makes the city glow under the streetlights.
I was just about to cross the street when I saw her—no umbrella, hair already damp, scrolling through her phone as if the rain didn’t exist.

The Unexpected Encounter

“Do you… want to share?” I asked, lifting my umbrella slightly.
She looked up, surprised, then smiled. “Sure. But I warn you, I walk fast.”

So we walked.
Close enough to hear her perfume over the smell of rain.
Close enough to feel her shoulder brush mine every few steps.

The Conversation

At first, we talked about the weather. Then about coffee shops. Then… somehow about why we were both out so late.

She was on her way home from a late meeting. I was just wandering after dinner, not ready to go home yet.
We didn’t exchange names—just small laughs and glances whenever a car splashed nearby.

The Goodbye

When we reached her street, she stepped away, rain already catching in her hair again.

“Thanks,” she said, “for the umbrella… and the company.”
Then she was gone, disappearing into the glow of the apartment lights.

I stood there for a moment, umbrella still open, wondering if I’d see her again.

Conclusion & Question
Sometimes the smallest encounters leave the warmest memories.
📌 Question for You: Would you have offered your umbrella to a stranger that night?