Gently drumming on the roof, washing over the window panes, making muddy little puddles, doing whatever it is that rain does when you can't see it, the rain was doing just that. It had returned.
The rain had disappeared for a long time. Almost too long. The ground had become parched, the grass a dry brown, and the world was ugly. It seemed as if it had always been that way, and would always remain so. But now the rain was back, and everything would be all right again. The ground would melt into itself and turn a dark brown, the grass would pick up and fill out with green, and the world would be full of vibrant color. The rain was back.
Would it be that my life were the same.
Special Agent Dana Scully sighed. Her rain was gone, possibly for good. Right now her rain was in a hospital bed, comatose after yet another bonehead move that had saved her and possibly countless other people. Mulder, she sighed, couldn't there be some less dangerous way to do what you do? Why do you take these risks for me?My rain. Weird.
Scully thought. Most people think of their friends as the sunshine in their lives, the thing that brings them back into the light of day. Now that I think of it, Mulder is really more like the rain than anything.Like all life, Scully needed the water that comes from rain. But when there is too much rain, it does enormous amounts of damage. Yes, she thought, Mulder really is like the rain. And I need him. She sat up straighter, startled. Now where in the world did all that come from? Think sense, Dana, she reprimanded herself. Yet in her heart of hearts she knew that her last thought was sense. She did need Mulder, just like any plant needs rain.
The phone rang, startling her out of her reflections. She picked it up. "Scully."
"Yes, Agent Scully… Agent Mulder is awake and is asking for you. If you could come down to the hospital--"
Scully smiled. Her rain was back. "Yes, tell him I'll be down right away." She picked up her coat and was out the door less than a minute later.