A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
Done for the If You Dare Challenge on HPFC.
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Rain. It cascaded down, cold and wet, washing over Lily in long, watery sheets.
Lily loved the rain (She always had, even though most people assume her to be all sunshine, rainbows, lollipops, and carpe diem! She wasn't.)
Maybe it was the whole cliche-metaphor-thing: that rain washes things away (bad decisions, mistakes, failures and the like) leaving you with a clean slate.
(She likes that regrettably-cliche notion)
(But maybe she just likes the rain because she enjoys how it feels against her skin. And it just makes her happy)
Maybe a combination of the two, Lily thinks.
The rain was her thing. Whenever something happened, something big, Lily would wander outside next chance it rained. Dancing around in the rain helped her cope with the bad, and celebrate the good (Good Godric that sounded stupid ( it looked stupid too, but whatever)).
That Sunday morning, Lily had woken up to the familiar patter of raindrops against her dormitory roof. Elated, she'd jumped out of bed and raced downstairs wearing nothing but a sundress.
The thoughts that had plagued Lily for the past two weeks or two were forgotten, Right now, there was no crying over the loss of the boy who had once upon a time, been her best friend. No worrying about the direction he was going (Downhill. Practically down bloody Mt. Everest)
Just Lily and no one else.
The thought made her smile.
So she tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, arms lifted to meet the rain that hit her face, soaking her to the skin, plastering the dress to her body, and that slid down her body in long rivulets. She laughing, twirling, reveling in the coldness and cleanness of the rain. She was crying too, for some reason, her tears mingling with the water rain the washed down over her.
She just stood and smiled and laughed and cried and let it all wash over her.