Author's Note: Edmund was supposed to be having happy thoughts, and then this turned a little sad, too. Think happy! Happy!
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize is not mine. All that belongs to C.S. Lewis.
When it rains, Edmund thinks of wet flower petals and damp moss underfoot. Rain reminds him of storms at sea endured with capable friends and deciding to host a picnic anyway, even though it's drizzling. Rain makes him remember dancing with village girls whilst trying not to slip on wet grass. It makes him smile and chuckle and enforces how glad he is that when it's raining it's not snowing.
When it rains, his family knows where to find him – in a dormer window ledge or on the porch or actually outside in it. Rain makes Edmund willing to read with Susan or attempt to bake with Lucy or stick swordfight with Peter. It makes him willing to deal with annoying cousins (although Eustace really isn't that bad anymore) and when it rains and their mother wants to go shopping, his siblings know they can count on him to volunteer for companion duty and let them escape – although he always mock-scowls at them and vows revenge, they smile and whisper hurried thanks before scurrying off to hide and they know he doesn't really mind.
When it rains, Edmund is reminded of studying unfinished maps of unknown borders with a cup of tea steaming gently on the table. He thinks of warm couches arranged around roaring fireplaces and curling up with his sisters tucked against his sides. He remembers listening to raindrops beating against the windows and turning the pages of musty smelling books holding great adventures and wondrous tales of elaborated history while still in bed on Sunday mornings.
When it rains, he often takes rambling walks and he thinks that this is when London looks her best: and when he gets home and Susan scolds him and tells him he will catch a deathly cold, he grins boyishly at her and heads to his room where she already has dry clothes waiting for him. Sometimes Lucy will walk with him and splash in puddles and chatter about singing with forest spirits and doesn't this just remind him of when they visited the river god and he tried to hug them goodbye? Other times, when it rains and he spends more than an hour wandering outside, Edmund returns to find his older brother casually leaning against the door, saying how he'd just seen Edmund rounding the corner and thought they may as well go in together and weather Susan's wrath as a team - Edmund never mentions how damp Peter's trousers are from searching or how blue his lips are from waiting in the chill.
When it rains, Edmund swears he can almost hear pipe music drifting from nearby parks in rowdy tunes designed to make his feet tap. When it rains, he never thinks of traffic complications or leaking roofs, rowdy children stuck indoors or flooding basements – when it rains, Edmund smiles and thinks of Narnia.