G'day!

I assume Jack would be around 15 here. Rosie is 5. Also, this is in her point of view (mixin' it upp)

Rosie hated storms. A lot. She hated the loud, relentless pounding of rain against her roof. She hated the crackling booms from nowhere that made her jump. She hated how angry the world seemed when it stormed… She didn't understand what the sky could be so upset about that it had to cry all over the grass. And she definitely didn't understand what the sky could be so angry about that it had to yell so loudly…

Lightning flashed outside the Overland cabin, alluding the dead of night to midday again. Rosie jumped at the flash and braced herself under her blanket. Even with the blanket pulled over her little head, and fingers stuck firmly in her ears, she still heard the almost deafening rumble of the thunder. She whimpered and curled up tighter, trying to shut out the scary yelling.

Why was the sky so angry…? it wasn't like she had done anything to it, right? Rosie braved to poke her head out again. She looked around the now dark bedroom and glanced over to her brother, sleeping right next to her. She felt a twang of guilt at stealing the blanket from Jack, but judging from his sprawled out limbs and loud snoring, he didn't seem particularly bothered by it.

Rosie was tempted to wake him up; Jack would know what to do. Jack could cheer up the sky. He'd tell some jokes or do a funny dance so the sky would stop crying.

Quite suddenly, another bright flash followed by a deafening cackle shook the cabin walls. Rosie could not contain her yelp as she flung the blanket over her head once more and retreated into the chest of her older brother. She clung to his chest with unanticipated force, causing a very startled Jack to wake suddenly and nearly topple off the bed.

"King Louis!" Jack called in surprise, as he sprung upright. Rosie might have laughed at his expression had she not been so scared of the storm.

Jack regained his bearings and looked down to the clinging form of his little sister. She shook violently. He smiled down at her fondly, if rather goofily, "Hey there, little lady. What's got you all jumpy?"

"The sky is really angry Jack…" Rosie whimpered, speaking through the cotton of his shirt, "He's making scary noises."

Comprehension dawned on his face as the sky once again rumbled loud. Rosie gripped tighter.

"You're scared of the little storm?" He pressed gently.

Rosie nodded, "Why is the sky so mad? We didn't do anything to him…"

That's when Jack started to chuckle. His shaking laughter caused Rosie to peek out from his shirt and look curiously back up to his smiling face. He gripped her into a tight little hug, "I see where this is going…You got this all wrong, Rosie. The sky isn't mad."

The little girl sniffled, "He's not?"

Jack shook his head confidently, "Nope." The sky flashed bright, "Those lights," Jack said pointing towards the window, "That's the sky's angels having a party. You remember how we always light those pretty candles at our parties? That's what the sky is doing right now."

"Really?" Rosie asked, relaxing ever so slightly.

Jack nodded, "And the big booms," Right on cue, the world rumbled. Rosie tensed again but Jack distracted her with a playful bop on her nose. She giggled, "those are drums. Kind of like the ones we have here in town. That's the angels playing some music. After all, what's a party without music?"

Jack started to drum on his folded legs, bobbing his head with his improvised beat. Rosie was thrown into a feat of giggles, "Is that really true, Jack?"

"You betcha. And that pitter patter of the rain, do you know what that is?"

"No, what?"

"That's the spirit dust that the angels are giving us. It's like their magical gift to us. They can't do it all the time, because it's special. It's hard to make. So when they finally get enough to sprinkle everywhere, they have a giant party to celebrate."

Rosie's mouth made a 'wow' motion as she listened to her brother's tale. Images of beautiful angels in elegant, white sparkling robes danced through her head. She pictured the men playing on their big drums and the ladies sprinkling their dust all over the land.

"That dust is what gives us the lakes." Jack continued, "Without that dust, we'd never be able to go swimming, or go ice skating. That's why it's so special."

"That's amazing!" Rosie relaxed completely now, her fantasy still playing in her mind. She lay her head down on her brother's shoulder, not flinching one bit as another flash graced the sky. It was just party lights after all, now.

Her eyes grew heavy and her muscles started to relax. She shifted herself more comfortably in Jack's shoulder and he pulled the blanket back on top of both of them. The siblings just lay peacefully while Jack hummed her favorite lullaby softly, and made comforting circles on Rosie's back.

Rosie could feel herself slipping away for the night, but she still found the energy to turn and whisper, "Thanks, Jack. I love you."

She couldn't see his face, but she felt his lips place a soft, loving kiss on the top of her head, "I love you too, Rose. Sleep tight."

She sighed contently and let herself drift away. Rosie didn't much like storms. Sometimes the booming startled her still. And sometimes she got angry when the rain made her come inside early. But that's why she had the best brother in the entire world, to make everything scary or sad into something wonderful.

Thoughts?

Thanks a ton to the lovely Cool and Creative for the request! The next one is on the way. I think I'll do a couple more in Rosie's point of view (I love Jack's brotherly side too much!) What do you guys think?

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Edit* Special thanks to Lady Archive who caught my little "Queen Vctoria" mistake. If ever there's a big historical inaccuracy that I make, PLEASE don't hesitate to enlighten me. It's greatly appreciated.