It was still raining. Large drops that rattled the shutters and made the wind chimes outside kick out a chorus that died in the low roar of the rain itself. He stared blankly at the ceiling while he listened to the surprisingly calming sound of the rain. Thumbing on the wood of the porch and small house. He blinked a handful of times as the blurry affects of sleep left his eyes. The room was still dark with the acceptation of the dim lights of his charging phone and digital wall clock.

Why had he woken up? He doubted it was the rain. Nor did he believe it was the heat. It had continued to rain on and off for weeks now, but the rain, even with the help of night, did little to calm the summer heat. It was one of the worse heat waves in almost ten years. Tonight had been cooler then the last few nights but even still he laid on the bed with blankets kicked away and a old pair of torn blue jeans cladding his body. Sitting up he felt the sheets beneath peal away from him. Everything had a damp stickiness that came from the humidity. He hated the mix of rain and heat. He hated many things.

He looked around in the darkened room. The house, if that was what you wanted to call it, wasn't very big. It was a very open place with bed room and living room being one and the same. A kitchen attached and two doors. One door of a closet, one door for the bathroom. Not much, but it was his and he enjoyed it just fine. He listened to a shutter rhythmically bang open and shut. Most of the windows where open to allow a cross breeze. Most protected from the rain by the stretch of the porch that surrounded most of the beach house styled dwelling.

But the rain hadn't woken him, the shutters hadn't woken him, nor the heat. He stood and walked to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by her from standing in front of him. Her eyes turned away from him, looking down, and arms crossed in a gesture of self comfort. She was dripping wet; every strand of dark hair, the dark green tank top, and the summer shorts where dripping. Had she walked here? He wondered.

She looked up at him, her vivid green gaze engulfing him, but also letting him know that water dripping down her face was not rain. He didn't say anything as those eyes looked at him; seeking and expecting something he couldn't quite figure.

He sighed, reaching out he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her to him. She nestled her face against the tall mans chest and took her arms from around herself to around him. He kept the hand he had on her head in it's place while bring his other around her. He took a deep breath, still feeling the affects of sleep, and placed his chin on the top of her head where he closed his eyes and simply held her. He felt her quiver under his hold with irregular breathing. He found himself rubbing her back, not needing to know why she was crying. He didn't say any thing still and still she didn't say anything either. Did it matter?

He let her go, sliding his hand down into hers, to pull her inside behind him and shut the door with a light kick of his foot. He lead her over by her hand and sat her down on the edge of the bed. She sniffled watching him walk to the bathroom and returning with a towel. He came back and draped it over her head, beginning to rub her hair dry. He then wiped her face carefully rubbing under and around her eyes of tears. She looked tired. No, he looked tired. She looked exhausted.

Once done with her hair he left the towel around her neck and tugged at the edge of her shirt, "Off wit' dat." He glanced at the shorts, "Those too."

She nodded slipping the rain filled clothing. Patting her exposed skin dry. He left her side for a moment to walk over to his dresser and returned with a shirt and old pair of short. They where small to him, but would be big for her still.

As she dressed, he went about shutting the windows and shutters. He switched the Air conditioner to on before laying flat on the bed next to where she sat. He situated himself comfortably and patted the empty space next to him, "Come on. Tuck in."

She let the towel fall onto the floor before moving to lay next to him. Facing him. He snorted pulling her full against him. Wrapping the beds blanket around them as the AC began to chill the hot air.

Tucking her head into the curve of his neck she mumbled, "Hey, I'm-"

"Shhh, I know." He nudged her to shush her. "Tomorrow"

"Mmmm," She nuzzled him, "I know."

It didn't take long before he felt her breathing deepen with sleep. He let out a deep exhausted sigh, gently kissing the top of her four-head. Closing his eyes to allow sleep to return to him.