Author's note: Ha, I managed another less-than-100-words drabble! I deserve cookies... -skips off to the kitchen to bake-
Rain
Jenova doesn't care about heat and cold, wind and snow, thunder and lightning. They can be unpleasant, but they don't truly affect her.
Rain is different.
Not storms, but gentle drizzling rain.
On such days, she sends all company away and walks the grounds in solitude. She's no Lady then. She's just a woman lost in memory, walking with the ghosts of the past.
There are things to be done and people to speak to, but for the moment there's just her and the rain.