A true story from my 20s, retold in the 3rd person. Feedback and comments always welcome
Rainy Night In the City
Water dripped onto the elevator floor. There was no helping it. Both of them were soaked completely through. All that could be done, was to head to the hotel room and change out of their wet clothes. It was early March, the weather had been warming up, and they had decided to break the winter blues with a trip to the city for a weekend. Neither one said it out loud, but both would be glad if it was snowing outside instead of the freezing rain that had been falling all day.
They tried to make the most of it. Sightseeing, walking around, a little shopping and a nice dinner. The rain, however, was putting a damper on their plans, and souring the trip a bit. An attempt to purchase an umbrella from a street vendor, resulted in the cheap, quickly broken umbrella in a trash can, and his wallet $20 lighter. A bar they found gave them refuge for a bit, but after 11pm it started to become overcrowded, and they decided to head back to the hotel. No cabs could be found, so they had to hoof it for a few blocks.