Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine and never was. Sadly.
A/N: I'm not really happy with the way this turned out, but I am happy that my computer let me upload it. CC is welcome.
Rain. It was raining.
Sirius listened as water rushed down from the sky and pounded against the roof and walls of the imposing fortress that was Azkaban Prison. He could hear it colliding hard and fast, surrounding him in a cocoon of sound and memory.
Memory. Sirius was remembering again. Just like he did every time it rained. In Sirius' mind, rain was equivalent to James.
Sirius remembered how James had loved the rain, been practically addicted to it. Whenever it had rained he had seized every opportunity to run, fly, or dance in it. James' enthrallment with rain had all started because of Lily. It had been raining when she had kissed him for the first time and ever since James had adored the rain like he'd adored Lily.
Rain. It was raining. And James could no longer revel in it. Because of Sirius. Because of Peter.
Sirius leaned his head against the cold window pane and wondered if it had been raining when Lily had last kissed James.