Clai and I had been planning this proposal for a while—texting back and forth, scouting the perfect spot, watching the weather like hawks. As the big day drew near, so did the storm clouds. Pop-up thunderstorms started rolling in, and we realized: this was it. No second chances, no do-overs. It was now or never.
I packed my gear, grabbed an umbrella, and tucked myself into the bushes near the green—nervous and excited. I dropped off a clear umbrella nearby for Clai and Sarah, just in case. And then they arrived, hand in hand, their sweet golden retriever puppy trotting alongside them.
And right then, the skies opened up. Sheets of rain came pouring down, but Clai didn’t hesitate. He got down on one knee, completely soaked, asking the biggest question of his life in the middle of the storm.
Sarah said yes, and the moment was magic—messy, real, unforgettable. The kind of story they’ll tell for decades. Sometimes the most beautiful moments don’t wait for perfect weather.
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