AN: Just a quick ficlet, hope you like it.
Rain
She used to like the rain.
She liked the noise it made.
She liked the patterns it made as it streamed down her bedroom window.
Liked to walk in the rain; she always thought there was something…nice…about going outside in the rain, refreshing; walking in the rain always cleared her head.
She used to like to watch it as it bounced off the blacktop of the street outside her house. She could sit and stare out her window for hours…just watching.
She liked the smell of rain on hot asphalt; always made her think of when she was a kid, playing outside in the summer with her brother.
Sometimes she hated the rain.
She remembered it had rained the night her mother died, she remembered watching, out of her bedroom, as the people walked passed, and the tears flowed down her cheeks.
She hated the rain when she was off world; it always seemed to soak her right through, not just through her clothes, but right through to the bone. It never just rained when she was off world, oh no, it poured. Torrential thunderstorms that always lasted hours.
But sometimes she loved the rain.
She loved lying in bed with him when it rained; they would dose and listen to the sound it made as it pattered against the window.
She loved to kiss him in the rain; their first kiss had been in the rain. It was incredible; the smell of his soap and his natural scent mixed with the fresh rain…
She especially loved the rain right now; her head resting on his chest, listening to his heart beat, feeling his hands stroking gently through her hair, inhaling his scent as the soft breeze came in through the open window, bringing with it the smell and sound of new rain. She didn't even care that it had rained on her wedding night, most people would…but not her.
Yeah…right now she had her two favourite things: rain…and Jack O'Neill.