The same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera and framing, the same full wide view of the street front: the same door, tree in its planter, wall lantern, lamppost, window with the green awning, café table and chairs. But the storm is over: warm golden sunshine, clear bright blue sky, a big soft rainbow arcs across the top of the frame, the wet stone and the puddles glitter in the sun, a few last raindrops sparkle in the air, no storm cloud anywhere. Image 2 shows how the man and the woman look at this moment. Far right, the woman in the red gown sits at the café table, laughing happily, her head thrown back. Just left of her table stands the man, still soaked, copper hair flattened, holding a fresh bright red rose, looking at her lovingly. To his left, in a row, stand the little girl in the mustard-yellow coat and beret, the small round old lady in lilac and the big street sweeper with the walrus moustache and fur hat, all three soaked and dishevelled, looking up at the sky in wonder. The tree in the planter on the left is plain green, no flowers yet. Each person has exactly two arms and two hands. No umbrella, no broom. No text, no letters.
