We met on a Tuesday. It was raining and I had taken shelter in front of a barber shop. The shop was closed and I leaned against it, staring mournfully at the downpour. I had a place to go but I have been delayed and there's nothing I can do about the heavy downpour. I wasn't even surprised that the universe scowled at me once more by ruining one more opportunity for me.

It rained cats and dogs for a half hour and I was determined to go back home as soon as I could manage it when someone ran towards me, towards my shelter. He had his briefcase over his head and his immaculate clothes (I was sure they were in those state when he left his home that morning) were dripping. He smiled at me and I nodded back at him as a form of acknowledgment.

"As much as I enjoy the spattering of rain on rooftops, I prefer experiencing that when I am behind closed doors." He stated as a way of conversation.

I gave him a sideway look. "You like rain?"

He nodded. "A lot," he replied. "The rain always gives way to a pleasant weather afterwards. The smell of the sand, the streets, the sparkling roofs and vehicles. It's beautiful." He concluded.

I shrugged. "I associate rain with dread." I didn't know why I said that but it slipped out of my mouth. "I hate rainy days."

"We can't all be fans of downpour." He said with a small smile.

I nodded and returned his smile. "Yeah right,"

I looked him over once more and I couldn't stop myself from asking. "You have an appointment?" I noticed he was glancing at the watch clasped to his bony wrist.

He nodded. "An interview," He looked at his watch once more. "I am already late,"

"That's ashame." I couldn't help saying.

He affirmed with a nod. "Who knows? Maybe I could have secured the job, maybe not but now I wouldn't know because I didn't even get an opportunity to show up."

"Que sera sera," I offered.

"You are right, what will be, will be. Maybe I wasn't meant to attend that interview." He turned to me and smiled. "Tell me, do you think this rain is a blessing in disguise?"

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know but like I said earlier, maybe this job isn't for you and the rain is saving you transport fare, hours of sitting down awaiting your turn and your boost of confidence to secure you the position. Maybe it wasn't worth it."

He appeared thoughtful for a while. "I guess you are right. Some things are not meant to be but in other times, you find what you are looking for when you least expect it. Maybe I wasn't meant to get a job today but I was meant to get something else." He shrugged. "Who knows?"

I looked at him and shrugged. "Who knows?" I repeated.

It is a Saturday and I am walking up the aisle in a matter of hours. My sister is fussing over me and my mom is poking her head into the room every couple of minutes to know what is holding us for so long. My younger brother is petting my dad who couldn't control his tears during the engagement party last night and my groom? He's waiting out there for me to walk me down the aisle. It started a couple of months ago and it's taking another dimension today. Who knows what this heart desires?