There was a belief that firebenders disliked the rain, but Bolin had never believed that, not even for the shortest of seconds. Even from the time they were homeless street dwellers, Mako seemed to find comfort in the pitter patter of the droplets. He had called it soothing and there had been many nights when their younger selves had fallen asleep to the lullaby of the sky. These were the memories that presented themselves to the earthbender, reminding him that Mako used to smile upon the arrival of a darkening collection of clouds. He supposed that these past recollections were revelent in this moment, given that he was almost positive that his older brother's perception of the weather was sure to change.

They had been standing out there for what must have been an hour. The wind had whispered a warning of the coming downpour and now Bolin's green eyes watched as the dark figure before him finally removed his hat, allowing the rain to drench his raven hair and matt it to his forehead. The fabric of his suit was completely soaked through, but Bolin resisted the urge to shield Mako with the umbrella he clutched in his hand. It wasn't his place to interrupt.

He felt Asami adjust her coat beside him as they shared the same covering, her arm brushing against his elbow, and Bolin turned to regard her. The expression he witnessed etched on her face was one he knew was carved into his own features and this only made his frown deepen. He had always been known as a man that couldn't brighten anyone's day with a single word or look or grin, but even that reputation couldn't erase the sadness in them both as he and Asami observed a breaking man.

Mako never tore his amber gaze from the tombstone at his feet, engraved with the name they all missed terribly. Still, it was no question that Mako's aching was worst than theirs. Bolin noticed his brother's hardened jaw and he was sure he would have seen a stream of tears if it weren't for the flood from the clouds. His grip tightened around the umbrella's handle.

Mako was visibly cracking, that much was evident, and so it came only as a slight surprise when the firebender dropped to his knees, dirtying his trousers with mud and grass. The graveyard was then filled with the hoarse wailing of a husband drowning in grief and longing, his vocal cords strained with pain. His arms snaked around the headstone clumsily and he clutched it to his chest as if he were actually embracing the woman that had left him behind. Her name dropped out of his mouth like stones, the two syllables laced with the agony that was embedding bullets in his heart. His entire body shook violently and he would scream until his lungs gave out.

It rained harder.

Bolin bit his lip. His eyes stung. Asami pressed her palm to her lips, closing her eyes. She tried to suppress the sobs that would have racked her shoulders. Suddenly, they were all shattering. Though he knew guilt would engulf him later, Bolin silently resented Korra. She wasn't supposed to be gone so soon. How could she just leave? She had stolen a piece of each of their souls and carried it off into the Spirit world with her. He couldn't forgive her. Not yet.

There was a gentle tug at his sleeve, causing his gaze to cast downward. Blue eyes. They were just like hers.

"Uncle, Bo? Why is Daddy crying like that?" The little girl grabbed his calloused hand and Bolin had never fought so hard to remain combosed as he did just then.

The rain beat down against the roof of his umbrella, clouding his ears with the sound. He glanced at his unraveling older brother once again before parting his lips to speak. "Because Mommy's crying, too."