A/N: 10/50 of the 50Shuffle Challenge - 'November Rain' by Guns N Roses.
Having a bad day so this is another angsty one :D

Ever since he was a boy, Remus had loved the rain. He loved the way it cooled his skin after a hot day at Hogwarts; the way he and his childhood friends used to dance in it before he had to leave them; the way it played a delicate melody as it beat down upon the ground and the way it seemed to soothe any wounds that had been left after the full moon.

It was raining the night Fenrir bit him. Despite his pain and the agony over knowing what this meant for his life, the gentle lull of the rain on the mud and the feel of it trickling over his burning skin was enough to keep him calm, keep him sane.

It successfully managed to turn a painful memory into something ordinary - he was simply lying on the ground to gaze up at the tiny dripping stars as they fell from the darkened canvas above.

It was raining the night his friends appeared before him as Animagi. It was one of the happiest nights of his life and the rain only added to his pleasure.

He still remembered the sound of the water splashing up, dirtying the paws and hooves and claws that dared to run through the grounds of Hogwarts to the Whomping Willow.

The drops also created beautiful patterns atop the Black Lake as they fell into the abyss, rippling the surface and creating ethereal images of two people walking hand in hand.

The rain fails to deter them as they shelter in amongst the trees, lost in one another, the silky wetness only adding to the vigour and heated passion between them as hands slide everywhere and lips meet every inch of skin.

Even during the holidays when Remus had to part with Sirius, whenever it rained he would take a walk through the forests near his home and remember the times they shared in the Grounds, when the weather was so bad that no-one dared to venture outside except them, and he would feel closer to him, knowing that somewhere, Sirius was doing the same.

But now this new November rain had a different meaning, a destructive effect on his life.

As the rain fell like tear drops from the sky onto the black casket, Remus had never felt further from his love.

And as he turned away from the scene the dripping pain gave him his excuses. It validated the need to wipe his face and his shaking limbs were caused by the cold, not the fact that inside his heart was being ripped out and his lungs failed to allow entrance to oxygen.

He no longer remembered the way the shining drops were reflected in Sirius' vibrant eyes, so alive. He couldn't recall how his skin felt beneath the thin layer of water or how happy they both were when they felt they had to 'get out of their wet clothes'.

All he could feel was every single final piece of his now hollow life being washed away with each drop that fell. The rain would soon end, but the tears would never stop.

A/N: I'm not very proud of this one. I liked the idea and it was all worked out sooo much better in my head but for such a short piece it took me far too long to write. However, I am now in the lead as I've written 10. Haha! to xlightfromabovex (love you :P)