A/N: This is actually a part of my story 'And Along Came the Memories', but I decided to make a oneshot out of it, too. So how is it? Review, review, review!!
"Mommy, I'm scared," whispered a six year old Miley, clambering on to her mother's bed.
"Why, honey?"
Miley pointed to the sky outside. There, against the inky black night sky, was a bolt of lightning, followed by the loudest clap of thunder. Rain fell from the heavens and pattered noisily on the sodden ground. It splashed mischievously upon windows and knocked upon doors. It was the rain's night. Together, it sounded like an earthy orchestra.
An excruciatingly ear- splitting clap of thunder made Miley clamp her ears shut.
She gave a shrill scream and hugged her mother. "Mommy, make it stop!" she cried, tears dribbling down her cheeks.
Her mother hugged her back, a small smile playing at her lips. "Shhh, honey. It's alright. It's just the rain."
"It's not, Mommy! I'm scared!" Miley sobbed, burying her head on her mother's chest.
Her mother smiled and pushed her up. "Miley, you know what you need? A good dose of rain. Get up now, we're going out," she said gently, getting up.
Miley's eyes widened in alarm. "Not out there, Mommy! It's scary!" she protested, but her mother would not yield in to her pleas. She firmly took Miley out to their balcony.
Miley's wide eyes would not blink. "Mommy, we're out in the open rain!" she cried in disbelief, remaining in the sheltered area.
Her mother walked out from the shade and, spreading out her arms, savoured each drop of rain tickling her neck. "Yes we are, honey!" she laughed.
Miley ran to her and hugged her as tightly as she could. "Mommy, I don't want you alone out there!" she shouted through the rain's pattering. Her mother laughed again. Miley smiled goofily at her. She loved the way her mother laughed. It sounded like a tinkle. An innocent, frothy, childlike tinkle from the lips of the person she loved the most in the world. She gazed fondly up at her mother.
"Aren't you cold, Mommy?" she asked softly.
Her mother looked down at her, still smiling. "Not at all! Come on, honey! Enjoy the rain!" She lifted the petite Miley up in her arms. "Feel the coolness of the rain, Miley. Feel it trickling," she whispered in her daughter's ear.
Miley blinked her eyes. The rain was chilly, yet she felt all warm and gooey inside as the drops of water oozed down her body. "I'm liking it, Mommy," she told her mother after a while, smiling.
Her mother smiled back and kissed her damp forehead. "I told you it's beautiful," she whispered back raptly.
The rain played on them, captivating them in its inescapable trap. They were trapped in the rain. Mesmerized. Spellbound. A mother and her daughter soaking; drenching themselves in the lovely rain.
Robbie Ray Stewart smiled at the scene as he watched it from the doorway of the balcony. Girls were so sentimental!