Rain

AlwaysPadfoot

AN: For Liza in the Drabble Tag. Jily / Prompt: Rain

I'd like to say I was startled when a large droplet of water fell onto my Potions book, but the air had been thick with humidity ever since I'd shuffled out onto the roof three hours ago. With a heavy sigh I closed my book, I'd just gotten to an interesting bit, and chucked it back through my open window. I turned, staring across the fields at the back of my Grandma's house, watching as a downpour of rain raced across the grass.

I felt my lips twitch up into a smile as the first droplets hit me, a refreshing feeling racing through me as the raindrops slid down underneath my shirt and down my back.

There was something that I truly loved about the rain; it was my favourite weather.

It started to come down faster and harder, the noise as it hit the roof of the greenhouse beneath my dangling feet assaulting my ears. It blocked out every other noise that had been there once before, no longer heard over the buckets of rain that was falling from heaven above. I liked it.

I liked being alone with my thoughts with nothing else to worry about, except maybe getting a cold afterwards, which never happened because there was a difference between the rain and being wet, and actually being cold. I wasn't cold. It was summer, it had been hot all week and the rain was actually a relief because also everything in the garden was getting extremely dry. Grandma would be upset if her flowers died, even though they never died. I don't think I'd ever seen a dead flower within a two mile radius of my Grandma.

I sighed to myself before a voice made my heart skip a beat.

"Lily, what are you doing?" I turned to see James stood in the window, his hair all ruffled and his eyes sleepy, "It's raining and thats my shirt, you thief."

I grinned widely at him and outstretched a hand to him, "Don't be a wuss, Potter. Come out here, it's warm enough."

I had to bite my lip to suppress a giggle when he muttered something about finding a t-shirt. Waiting didn't bother me, I just closed my eyes and hummed gently under the noise of the rain. Some point in the next few second James clambered out onto the roof and sat beside me, taking my hand in his as we sat in a beautiful silence. I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed deeply in, content. His thumb rubbed circles into the space just below my own, his own eyes closed and a lopsided smile falling across his face.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that two things happened at once: the windows on the floor above from my Grandma's room swung open and a playful taunt was called out, "If you two lovebirds want breakfast you better get dry fast. No water in my house."

James and I looked at each other and I blushed deeply. He chuckled, a devious grin spreading wildly across his face, "Two things: your potions book hit me in the head and I think I'm in love with your Gran."