When It Rains
His colleagues always assumed he hated the rain.
Arthur sat on his back porch in the light of the early dawn. He was still, taking in the world around him, only moving to brush his damp bangs out of his eyes. He didn't mind getting wet, not on mornings like these. The air was comfortably cool with the slightest breeze, his favorite kind of morning weather. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, enjoying the earthy smell surrounding him. It was soothing to the ears as well; today's rain was a gentle mist filling the air with a quiet shushing rather then the unyielding pitter-patter of a downpour.
His colleagues assumed that it made him miserable.
Arthur liked to take time on mornings like these to sit and think and try to find solace in the day before the chaos known as his work reared its ugly head. He would muse about a novel he recently read or dream up some new pattern for his embroidery or if he was particularly lucky he would spend the time watching the water fae skip about his yard in the morning mist. He would reminisce about simpler times and marvel at how far the world had come.
His colleagues assumed it brought him pain.
Sometimes with the rain came painful memories, sending him back to parting sorrows and regrets. He would sit and brood, but the rain would also help those moments pass. He knew that without rain, nothing could grow and the world would be barren. The rain reminded him of all the good that came from that sorrow, washing those memories away. Mornings like these allowed him to look back and smile fondly on those times.
The watch on his wrist began to beep and he let out a sigh as he turned off its alarm. He brushed aside his drenched bangs once more and headed inside to prepare himself for the inevitable meeting, but not before casting a wistful glance at the misty outside world and his favorite morning perch.
His colleagues assumed he hated the rain.
They'd be surprised to find how wrong they were.
Hey everyone this is drabble that I decided to post to let people know I'm still alive. To those who are waiting on the next chapter of Of Roses and Thorns I ask that you bear with me for just a little while longer, the next chapter will be up before the end of the month, I swear it!
So yeah this is just some alternate character interpretation drabble about England and the rain. I had fun writing it.
Thank you for reading!
