He stood in front of the weathered gazebo. The overcast sky, heavy with moisture. A friar stood with him. A best man, a brother, anxiously waited. Loved ones gathered. Happy, joyous. Relieved the skies held their drops.
The music radiated from hidden speakers. A flower girl accompanied by an energetically bored ring-bearer came down the aisle. Pink petals fluttered in the gentle breeze.
One, two, three couples proceeded down the aisle followed by her, the one we all came to see.
The pink petals laid on the runner. Bouquets filled with vibrant hues of purple and pink. Contrasting against the gray sky. A celebration of love. A union between two hearts. Together they were one.