It was raining on the day that we met. Not a hard rain, but a misty rain, showing a sliver of blue among the storm clouds. It was like the weather itself narrated our relationship, for we met with weather that promised a beautiful day after the rain had cleared away.

It was raining on our first date. We wandered the streets of London, enjoying each other's company and the soft, almost hesitant rain.

It was raining when he proposed to me, coating the vivid garden flowers with shining silvery droplets. The rain that day was light, misty, and highlighted rainbows everywhere.

It was raining on our wedding day. This rain was misty as well, like the sky itself was crying at the beauty of our happiness and love. We danced in the rain, celebrating the way it would always remind us of our happiest moments.

It was raining the day that he died, heavy, hard rain, as if the clouds were trying to show me that I was not alone, that they to would mourn the pale-haired man who danced under their dark expanse with his wife in his arms.

It was raining the day that I died, a light pitter-patter on the roof.


The Genre Challenge/Competition, Rain: Romance.

Monthly Drabble a Thon - revamped - Challenge, Characters: Scorpius Malfoy.

The Animal Challenge/Competition: Fox.

Essie Nail Polish Names Challenge: Rose Bowl.

The Ten Times Ten Challenge, Gemstone: Rose Quartz.

The Crayola Challenge: Blue Bell.