Luna liked dancing in the rain. Ginny groaned when the first drops started smattering against the window but Luna felt differently. Every time, she would go out into the rain. And she would dance. The water drops would gently fall on her face as she twirled around. The rainy mist would twirl with her. Others always shook their heads and closed the curtains. Luna just laughed. She could lose herself in the rain. She was always disappointed when the drops stopped falling, because then she would have to return to reality.