The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, lamppost, window, awning, café table, chairs and coffee cup, and the same two characters in the same places. A moment later the storm is over: the woman has burst out laughing, her head thrown back, eyes shut, mouth wide open in a big happy laugh, her arms uncrossed, one hand on her chest; her hair and gown are still a little wet. The black storm cloud above her has burst apart into warm golden sunshine: the sky in the top right is clear bright blue, 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. In the man's right hand the charred stem has bloomed again into a big fresh bright red rose. The man, still soaked, his copper hair flattened, stands in the same place, no longer pulling a face: he looks at her with soft, warm, happy eyes and a gentle half smile, one eyebrow slightly raised. Each has exactly two arms and two hands, five fingers each. No text, no letters.
