She sat with tears running down her face, it mingled with the drops of driven rain, her bridal hair trailing down her back. She felt a tug on her hand and looked into the loving eyes of her husband of 3 hours. "Honey let's leave here" he said, "there is nothing we can do about it".
She turned back to look at the ruins of her wedding reception venue. Tents had been thrown far and wide by 120 km per hour winds on the open field, the last of the guests had taken solace in their cars and were driving away.
As she walked away the words of her planner came back to her,"Always use a hall during the rainy season
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