Well I got the idea from all the depressed people in the rain stories and me thinking "it doesn't always rain when you think it should," it started out as lupin/tonksness after the hospital Dumbledore's dead thing but it could be H/G R/Hr or McGonagall/spirit of Dumbledore too if you want:) this is my first drabble and it was tougher then I thought but it's at exactly 100 words now:P ENJOY!

It wasn't raining.

In complete defiance of all romantic sensibilities the sun was shining in the cloudless sky.

Which made everything worse, somehow, the world appearing such a happy place, while she felt it was ending.

The sun had dried up any chance of tears, and so anguish sat heavily in her gut.

Then she felt the touch on her shoulder and he sat down beside her, under the blue, blue sky.

They leaned into each other, sharing the burden of grief and hopelessness.

And he made her think that sunlight might not be such a wretched thing after all.

You will review (it would be so cool to be a jedi)