"Al!" exclaimed Winry, coming from the surgery room with a huge box of tools in her hands. Although it was only noon, the sky was gray and dark, you could've sworn it was nighttime.
Winry rolled her eyes and let the box drop on the floor, "Honestly, is he in the kitchen with Granny again...?" she slowly walked into the kitchen, opening the door to reveal only her grandmother standing over a boiling tea kettle, and Den laying down contently on the ground, listening to the pitter-patter of rain outside.
"Where's Al?" Winry didn't bother trying to hide her curiosity.
Pinako turned around and lowered her glasses to the rim of her nose, "Outside, sitting on the porch. He's watching the rain."
"What?!" Winry's protective side took over and she marched towards the front door. If Edward were here, he'd probably have a nervous breakdown.
...But then again, Ed wasn't here, so Winry would have to fill in instead.
Winry swung the screen door open and saw Alphonse's back, sitting on the top step of the porch.
"Alphonse Elric, you get back in the house right now!" she exclaimed, her voice sounding rather similar to Edward's whenever he used to get upset.
Alphonse turned, his auburn ponytail swinging over his shoulder as he did so. Winry could've sworn she saw Edward a few times, but then she'd remember it was Al.
His gray eyes were wide with childhood innocence, yet they sparked with Edward's old determination and maturity, "Hm? But Winry, I was just listening to the rain. I'm completely dry, see?"
He lifted his arms up to emphasize his point. Winry sighed and walked out, letting the screen door shut behind her.
She crossed her arms and kept her assertive attitude, "Alphonse, I don't care if you're dry or soaking wet, I want you back in the house now! You could get sick!"
Alphonse blinked as the rain pounded hard on the ground. Then, he rose, turned around, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and walked further until the shelter of the porch overhead was gone, and he was being pelted by rain.
"Al!" Winry yelled, grabbing the umbrella from the rack on her right. She opened it wildly and ran quickly towards him, "Are you insane?!?!" she demanded as she reached him, sheltering him with the umbrella.
Alphonse walked out of the shelter and the rain beat down on him once again. Before Winry could move, he spoke,
"It's cold."
Winry stopped.
Alphonse spoke in a faraway voice, his eyes staring down at the muddy water and the forming puddles on the ground,
"It's perfect. This cold rain'll get rid of the humidity we've been having lately...it feels nice. The last time rain fell on me and I actually felt it was when..."
"We were eight." Winry finished, "That big storm."
"...Right."
There was a long pause. Then, Winry spoke sadly,
"How does it feel?"
Al sighed, "The rain...it sorta matches how I feel. I like rain."
He looked up at the sky, and Winry looked too.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to know who they were both thinking about at that precise moment.
Bored. As usual. Let me know what you think.
