By Dan'yu
Drabble #2: RainRin Sohma had always liked the rain. Contrary to what others would always say about rainy days, words they would use to describe it- bleak, monotonous, gray, dreary- she had always enjoyed the rainy days.
She enjoyed the coolness the rain brought, the wet, rich smell of earth that always lingered after a spring shower, but most of all, she loved to listen to the sound it made, the rhythmic pounding of the droplets against the roof.
The rain was one of the only ideals she allowed herself to indulge in, simply because she was such a firm believer in the rain as a life-giving force. She liked the way the rain revitalized the life of nature around them, the grass, the flowers, the trees. She imagined the rain had the ability to wash away everything that was wrong or terrible in the world and leave the people fresh and clean and new. It was a childish belief, she knew, but she wished for it anyway.
Warm arm slipped around her waist, so easily she was made bitterly aware of just how thin she was, and slender fingers combed through her short hair, another strange sensation.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked her softly, "You'll make yourself sick again."
The grave undertones of worry in his voice caused her to smile, reaching up for his hand, their fingers tightly entwining as she lightly kissed his knuckles. "Just a little longer, please? I want to watch the rain a little more."
Haru pulled her tighter against him, warming her chilled flesh with the heat of his body, and she allowed herself to imagine that things were different, that they were free and not hiding from Akito's wrath and waiting for her to recover.
The sound of the rain echoed against the tin roofing of the porch extending from Kazuma's home, and just for a few moments, she was perfectly safe in Haru's arms, and the rest of the world never had to exist.
