Rain started pouring after their hike. On their way back home, the heavy droplets started falling.

Zahra smiled looking up at the sky.

“I am sorry,” Asher said, reaching for his jacket. He tried to put it over Zahra’s head.

“The weather predicted the rain for the night,” he sighed. Nervousness tore at his guts. He wanted a perfect final day for them. The weather did not seem to agree.

“What are you apologizing for?” Zahra chuckled, pulling away from the makeshift shelter.

Asher stared at her dumbfounded. “You can’t control the weather, can you now? And honestly, I love it,” Zahra added with a small laugh. She opened her...