C68 Master Teacher Is Shy

The rain fell on his shoulders and left him in a daze.

As I saw it in the bronze mirror.

He had his back to me, his clothes clinging to his body with the rain, and I could even see his shoulder blades and the hair that hung unkempt on his shoulders.

The rain was fine and dense, but after a while my cheeks were wet.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, through the curtain of rain