"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings,
These are a few of my favorite things..." -My Favorite Things.
The rain came down in sheets, thunder crashing overhead as lightning struck down. The Doctor didn't react as the water stung his eyes and soaked him. He just looked to the sky.
Rose had always loved the rain.
It had never been a secret how much she loved it, given the way she laughed as the drops hit her skin and threw her head back. She would spin in circles and throw her arms out as the rain drenched her to the bone. She never regretted her choices, even as she suffered through a cold the next day.
"'s worth it," she'd always defend stubbornly, before sneezing into a tissue.
He would smile indulgently and make her a cup of tea.
That was well over a hundred years ago and yet...
"You know what we need," she called over to him, blond hair sticking to her face.
"An umbrella?" he offered, making her nose scrunch up.
"Nope," she popped her 'p'. "A good old-fashioned dance in the rain." She pulled him out with her, ignoring his protests and spinning him with her.
"Rose," he always put up the token protest even as he danced with her. "You're going to get sick!"
"It's worth it," she insisted, laughing as thunder rolled and lighting struck.
"Doctor!" Amy's scottish lit brought him out of his musings, making him turn to her and Rory, standing under a gazebo. "Come out of the rain, you'll get sick!"
He smiled at her, bittersweet and tired, and called back, "It's worth it!"
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