A/N: Went back to my older drabbles and found a couple in desperate need of revision. Why I chose to do them in such a busy time I may never know. I must be strange that way. Even so, I like the concept of this one greatly. I hope you enjoy as well. And an uwabaki is the shoes worn inside a school when street shoes are disallowed.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own fingers, and sometimes I'm left to wonder about even those...

The gym shoe tumbled to a stop in the empty school hall, ending up on its side. From the direction the shoe had flown, an excited holler burst forth.

"Snow!"

A girl skittered down the hall after the shoe, one foot shod in an uwabaki, the other in a sock half off. Reclaiming the tennis shoe by shoving her stockinged foot partially into it, she turned back the way she had come. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she squinted, preparing to send the shoe flying once more.

The sneaker spun wildly when she kicked it off and once it clattered to the ground, she threw her arms in the air, shouting, "Rain!"

The process repeated to find the shoe upright and she nearly sang "Sunny, sunny!" as she hobbled after her tennis shoe.

Unfortunately, the next flight did not go quite as smoothly as the others.

Too late did she notice the door open and utter an incomprehensible squeak of warning before the projectile landed solidly on the blue head of her unsuspecting classmate.

All fluster and worry, Risa skidded to a wobbling halt beside him, her words stammering out in a jumble. "Hiwatari-kun! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Did it get your glasses? I didn't know you were coming! I'm so—"

"Harada-san," he interrupted, turning to her as he cautiously rubbed his head, "settle down. I am all right."

"Still, I'm sorry," she said nervously, picking up the shoe. "I had no idea you were coming."

"I highly doubt you would have hit me if you were aiming for me," he said blandly and she leveled a fierce glare at him.

"Wanna see for sure?"

"What were you doing?" he asked, undaunted by her threat.

She, caught off guard, began to fiddle with the object in her hands and mumbled, "Oh... I was just... doing the weather game."

"Why does that require a weapon of mass destruction?"

Hiding her mirth, she answered as evenly as she could, "Oh, it's an old fortune telling game, kind of. You kick off a shoe and then however it lands will tell you what tomorrow's weather will be like."

He stared at her with the slightest upward twitch of his eyebrow, inducing her to add meekly, "I was waiting for Riku to finish with her practice so we could walk home together... and... since I had my gym shoes on hand..."

"I see," he said and she saw him roll his eyes slightly. "Enjoy your game. I will see you tomorrow."

Picking at the shoelaces, she watched him walk down the hall and wondered why he had to be such a spoilsport.

"Harada-san."

She stiffened, wondering if he had read her mind. "Yes?"

"What will the weather be like tomorrow?"

She grinned despite herself. "Well, it seems first it'll be rainy, then it'll turn into snow, then back to rain, and then it'll be sunny. And I can't say how the day will end, because someone's big head got in the way and messed everything up."