Her fingertips are soaked with the rainfall from the sky and she feels like she's finally somewhere that she truly belongs. Everyone in this city looks at her like she's crazy, but maybe she is; after all, she's the only person in the city who is completely taken with the rain. It makes her feel like Seattle's mistress, and she isn't sure that it's such a bad thing anymore.
She's stuck in the in between – in between dealing with the jaded feeling she's had towards Owen Hunt for the last five years and dealing with the prospect of Mark Sloan taking her out on a real date like a real person. Her life, she's afraid, is becoming surreal, but she's ready to move on from the woman who she's always been: broken and sad like she's the only person who's alone. The rain makes love with the concrete on her back porch and she pulls her leg up beneath her as she wraps her hands around her fresh mug of coffee.
Her eyes cast to the empty chair beside her and she's taken aback by the life she has pictured beside her; she used to picture Owen Hunt, even in her most sordid of moments, but today she sees something different. Today she sees someone different, someone who offers the opportunity to get to know her and her wants. She seeks solace in her cup of coffee, the taste lingering on her tongue, as she contemplates the world she leaves behind.
She used to love the rain because it was everything that Iraq wasn't. She would dance in it for the sheer joy of getting to live another day and feel it patter against her skin. She would smile because she was alive. Today, she lets it embrace her as though it was her lover because it reminds her of everything that Owen isn't.
Maybe one day her vision of Mark sitting beside her on the back porch with cup of coffee in hand will become true. If not, she always has Seattle.