When I heard the rain on the window this morning I thought of this. Review and enjoy! :D
Rory loved the rain. He sat on the curb right outside his and Amy's apartment door, keeping company with his potted fern. The sprinkling drizzle transformed into a shower, large drops pelting his forehead, that a minute later evolved into full-on pouring.
He used to not like the rain as a child, he mused. One couldn't go outside without the proper rain gear, and swingsets and bicycles were too wet to play on. Now though, the rain reminded Rory of living in Leadworth with Amy, waiting for the Doctor to come whisk them away to far-off galaxies and centuries later in history. In the wee hours the day before their wedding, there had been a slight rainstorm, Rory remembered. He'd woken up when the torrent had caused a thin branch to snap off the tree right outside his window.
"Ey, stupid face. What'cha doin' out in the rain, you goose?" Rory turned around, facing the apartment buildings. Amy stood in the doorway, bathrobe wrapped around her, a bed head mane crowning her face. "It's raining. What are you doing?" she asked again.
Rory opened his mouth to speak, shivering violently a moment as a chill seized him. "Just admiring the rain."
Amy scoffed. "You're soaking. Get over here." Without waiting, she darted the couple meters from the dry cover of the doorway to grab Rory's hand. She yanked him up, and he stood with a jolt.
Stepping back under the arch of the door, she stood there, watching Rory with expectant eyes. "Well? You comin' in?"
"Yeah, just a moment." Swiping the dripping hair from his forehead, Rory looked up again at the crying clouds.
"Come on," Amy huffed a minute later.
"Okay, I'm coming." And he followed her into the dry interior of the hallway.