I'm in a foreign state
My thoughts they slip away
My words are leaving me
They caught an aeroplane
Because I thought of you
Just from the thought of you

Oh lights go down
In the moment we're lost and found
I just wanna be by your side
If these wings could fly
Oh damn these walls
In the moment we're ten feet tall
And how you told me after it all
We'd remember tonight
For the rest of our lives

He peered up at the darkening sky and watched as storm clouds hovered towards them.

"We better leave now before the weather gets worse. We don't want to get caught in the storm, particularly not with the Tardis so far away. Clara, are you listening?" Turning away from the shop's window, he saw her at the counter, purchasing another piece of chocolate cake. He groaned.

"Clara, why are you getting another piece of cake? You just ate two." How could this woman eat so much?

"Well maybe I want another one. Besides, it's not just for me. I saw you staring at this piece. You want some." She gave him a sly smile as she waved the plate in front of his face. Eyeing her, he tried to stop himself from smiling. The piece did look good.

"Fine, but we'll eat as we head back to the Tardis. C'mon, put on your coat, it's windy outside." He held out her coat; but instead of doing as he said, she sat herself down at their previous table next to the window and patted the space across from her. He didn't budge so she pouted in response.

"Please? It's still slightly sunny outside; we've got plenty of time. So stop worrying about getting that silver little head of yours wet and come get some cake before I eat it all - because it's really good." She added while putting another forkful in her mouth. Finally giving in, he hung her coat back over the free chair, adding his as well, and sat down. She handed him the fork and smiled upon seeing his satisfaction.

They continued to eat little by little and silence settled. Soon the sunlight disappeared and the Doctor watched as the clouds' reflection glided across Clara's face while she stared out the window and into the little ancient town. The clouds folded on themselves and delved into every rare crease of her young face, and he watched in awe, amazed that something so simple could make her seem so at peace, so beautiful.

Suddenly, thunder roared and rain began to pour heavily onto the town, falling almost like a waterfall. Looking on in slight bewilderment, Clara looked to the Doctor, who was staring at her in a mixture of anger and annoyance, and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Put on your coat. We're leaving." He said dryly, standing up to put his coat on.

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Can't we just wait it out?" She complained.

"No. A storm this strong will take hours to stop. Let's go." He replied in the voice she had grown to know very well. It was the voice he used when he was beyond negotiation. She always felt like a little kid that was being chastised whenever he used it with her.

"Alright, dad." Throwing away the plate and fork, she put on her coat and followed him out the shop. The rain poured on her, causing her hair to quickly become soaking wet. She was about to run after the Doctor, who was already a few feet away, when a closer look at the falling water made her stop in her tracks.

"Yellow? Yellow rain?" She watched, captivated, as the vibrant, yet transparent, yellow drops of rain crashed onto the skin of her hands and ran along her slender fingers. Giggling, she ran further out into the street and started twirling, completely forgetting about the Doctor. I'm dancing in yellow rain!

The Doctor continued to walk, pulling up the collar of the coat to further protect himself. He hated getting wet like this.

"Hurry up, Clara. The Tardis is still pretty far off. Clara?" He turned hard when he didn't hear her footsteps behind him. Anger and worry were rapidly replaced with admiration when his eyes settled on her form running and spinning in the distance.

He couldn't stop his breath from catching in his throat as he watched the rain elate her. Her hair, skirt and coat flew around her as she twirled only to cling like skin once she stopped. She looked absolutely stunning.

"Doctor!" She called out, running to catch up to him. "Why didn't you tell me it rained yellow rain? It's absolutely beautiful!"

"Yellow?... Oh! Well, on this planet, there's a harmless chemical in the air that binds with certain emotional receptors in our minds when you're exposed to it after a while and creates a telepathic-like field around you. So when it rains, the atmospheric disturbance allows that same chemical to react with the water and allows you to see the rain in the corresponding color of your current emotion. Technically the water is just as clear as on Earth."

Clara grinned, looking at the rain around her, and he took this moment to truly admire her soaked figure. His hearts fluttered and he stared, mesmerized at the sight of the bright pink drops falling down her face, curving around her cheeks to fall from her chin. Her hair stuck to her face and he wanted nothing more than to touch it and run his hands through the wet, brown locks.

"What color do you see?" There was a smirk on her face and he knew that she knew that he had been staring.

"Um, red. It's entirely red." He said, a little too quickly.

She laughed. "You're still angry with me?"

"Yes." He lied. "Now c'mon before you get a cold."

"Race you back!" She ran off before he could protest. The Doctor couldn't stop himself from smiling and running after her only to slow down once he'd caught up. Shrugging off his coat, he held it over her to protect her as they continued to run down the street, both grinning.

But if he truly had had it his way, he would have watched her dance all night long.

Author's Note: Sorry if that whole chemical-rain thing didn't make sense. Basically you see the color that represents the emotion that you feel.

Clara saw yellow, which means joy, intellect, freshness.

The Doctor saw (red at first, which is anger) pink, which means love (hehehe)