Toph hated water, true. The swirling wetness, that surrounded you, trying to drown you. But she never really minded the rain.
It was refreshing, and cleansing. And it made mud.
Perhaps it was her attraction toward rain that lead her to where she was now. Lying on a rock, facing the heavens, rain spilling on her face, when she should be in the ballroom.
She sighed contentedly, letting her make-up run, and her dress get stained with mud. Water fell heavily onto her, plastering the fine silk gown to her petite frame.
"Having fun?"
Although she couldn't feel his vibrations (she was lying on her back, after all), she'd reconisge his (deeper) voice anywhere.
"More then I was having inside."
"Can I join you?"
"Knock yourself out, Twinkle Toes."
He lay down on his back next to her, intwining his fingers with hers.
"Katara and your mum are going to kill you, when they see you like this."
"Like what?"
"Make up mostly washed up, and covered in mud."
"Which me do you prefer."
He answered without hesitation. "That one."
"Good."
They were silent, music faintly playing in the background, and rain pattering against leaves.
Suddenly Aang stood up, and gave a formal bow. "Would you care to dance, Milady?"
Toph giggled slightly, lifted her soaked dress, and curtsied. "I would be honoured."
Aang put his hand on her waist, and she rested her head on his chest. They swayed gently to the faint music, and even when it stopped, they kept dancing. The rain was music enough.
Finally, they stepped away from eachother. Aang lent down and gently kissed her, before pulling away, and tugging her with him.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Where?" She replied with a laugh.
"Dunno. Wherever the wind takes us."
The Bei Fongs, Katara and Sokka couldn't find Aang and Toph the next day, but they weren't worried (well, Katara and Sokka weren't).
After all, they knew love when it was dancing in the rain together.
Inspired by my love of rain. Quite strange.