Kakashi took another deep breath, pulling in another intoxicating lungful of rain-soaked earth. The rhythmic pitter-patter of rain striking the awning above him was soothing, and it was moments like these that he treasured most. The seemingly insignificant memories that he would cling to on his darkest nights. He'd always found lightning to be mesmerizing—likely due to his chakra nature—but he found that he couldn't pay any attention to the storm taking place while Sakura was dancing in the rain.
After several sweltering weeks of barely tolerable humidity, the darkened skies had finally decided to let loose torrents of cooling rain. Yet, he found her delighted reaction to be far more interesting than the weather. Sakura was nothing less than utterly captivating as she raised her arms to the sky and spun around, laughing. Kakashi could have watched her for an eternity, her light giggles music to his ears. Eventually, she stilled, arms lowering as her head fell back, eyes closed. Occasional flashes of lightning bathed her joyous expression in soft light as rain darkened her hair from light pink to rich magenta, a slight grin curling her lips.
Sakura took his breath away.
Whenever she turned that gentle smile of hers in his direction, eyes full of delight, it always felt like the first rain that ended a drought, bringing a bloom of wildflowers to parched earth, much like she had brought color back to his own life. When Sakura was mad, it reminded him of a lightning storm. Flashes of brilliant anger. A single strike that wrought destruction, the same way that the sudden flicker of lightning brought about wildfires or scorched earth. And when she fought—all destructive and lethal grace, deadly beauty—it took his breath away.
Just then she turned to him with a beckoning smile, and his feet led him to Sakura without thought.
After all, Kakashi had always been fond of storms.