Rain
I remember the big part that rain played in our lives, Harry.
I remember sharing our first kiss in the rain. It was on the way back from Hogsmeade, and it was pouring. You and I were stuck in the downpour, and you so gentlemanly offered me your cloak, giving me another layer of protection against the wet droplets. You looked so adorable then, wet clothes clinging to your body, hair plastered to your head. Rain droplets clustered to your glasses, but it didn't matter. As soon as my lips brushed against yours, your eyes were closed, and you couldn't see anyway.
I remember making love for the very first time in the rain. It was under the willow in the Weasley's backyard, in plain view, but it didn't matter. You spread you cloak out on the ground, and rain splashed against our bodies. I remember seeing your lopsided grin, and hearing thunder rolling and booming in the distance.
I remember getting married in the rain. You were almost as nervous as I was, and I saw you grin and I came down the aisle in the gardens, and I forced a smile just for you, but I wanted nothing more than to cry from nerves. But somehow I managed to make my way to you, and as we said our vows, the clouds that had been looming above us opened up and poured down onto us. You and I laughed as the water ruined our perfect wedding cake, and you joked,
"Everything important seems to happen in the rain, don't you think?"
I could only laugh and agree, and we said our "I do's" and kissed again in the rain.
I remember watching them bury you in the rain. I didn't let the kids come—it would hurt too much. Everyone was there—Hagrid, Dumbledore, the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Ginny, Ron, Draco, and many fans. I shed silent tears throughout the entire ceremony, and I promised myself that I wouldn't cry when they lowered you into the ground—I had cried too much already. But as they lowered you, the rain started, and I couldn't help myself. My body wracked with sobs, and the salty tears on my face were hot.
As they shoveled dirt onto your casket, I fell to my knees in front of you, and sobbed. Eventually, I couldn't tell if the saltiness on my mouth was rain or tears. Every body slowly left, and soon I was the only one left in front of your gravestone. My woolen robes were drenched, and they were so wet that I could barely breathe. But still I stayed, and I looked up at your gravestone, and read the engraftment:
Harry James Potter
July 31st, 1980 September 1st, 2001
You were gone so suddenly we never had a chance to say goodbye.
You will live on in our hearts forever
The rain poured harder than I've ever seen it, and I watched as the fresh earth that covered you turned into muddy puddles. I wanted nothing more than to die and be with you always as I had been through life. I watched the muddy puddles, and fought the urge to jump into them and be with you. I'm still fighting that urge today. I'll never stop.
And people ask my why I hate the rain.