They set the blanket and basket down on a picnic bench, and then sat on the table to wait out the storm. A few other unlucky people ran into the pavilion behind them. Sasha pulled Summer closer, until she sat in front of him on the table, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
Lightning flickered through the increasingly heavy rain, followed by a loud clap of thunder that shook the ground and made Sasha jump and grip Summer even tighter. She patted his knee absently and craned her head to try to get a better view of the storm. Another crack of thunder resounded through the crowded pavilion, causing Sasha to start and bury his face in Summer's neck.
"Babe. Are you okay?" she asked in a low voice. "Um, I do need to be able to breathe."
He released his grip slightly and whispered directly into her ear, "I don't like thunderstorms."
The air lit up with a flash of lightning so close that the thunder broke with a single, deafening crack, shaking their very bones and pushing Sasha's face back into Summer's neck. "I really don't like being outside in thunderstorms." She reached up and gently scratched his scalp, running fingers through his hair and attempting to soothe him.
"Hey!" she said, "I bet I know what it is. All this noise?"
She waited for Sasha to acknowledge her. "Hm?" he said. "Yes, I know it's just the sound of the lightning." Another overly loud peal broke over them.
"I'll bet it's not the lightning," she started. "I'll bet it's that sick dragon you saw earlier. He's gone off in search of his snuggie, and he keeps sneezing really loudly. Maybe we should try to find him a tissue."
Sasha laughed just a little bit, relaxing somewhat from his desperate grasp. Thunder sounded again, and he thought of a snorting dragon walking by, searching for a wearable blanket, and he laughed even harder. She turned her face to him, silently asking how he felt. He pressed a kiss to her lips, his arms releasing their grasp, as the lightning flashed and thunder struck further away. He sighed and settled into a more relaxed embrace to wait out the storm. Summer pressed her cheek to his, smiling as the sky began to brighten beyond the storm.