Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of J.K. Rowlings' creations. And I do not own this song. It is the property of Kenny Chesney. He sang it. I'm not sure who wrote it. But it isn't mine. And im sure that Mr. Chesney would be flattered that I found inspirations in his songs
Chapter 2 "There's Something Sexy About The Rain"
There's
something sexy about the rain
She said as it came pouring down
It
feels like kisses on my skin
She spread her arms and spun
around
In a summer island storm
In a field of sugarcane
She
taught me how and showed me why
James was sitting at the Potter mansion in his robe in front of the fireplace. There was a storm pouring down in a wild torrent outside. He remembered his summer he had experienced with the one flower of his life that wouldn't wilt.
There's
something sexy about the rain
And sometimes it rained all
night
And everything she did was perfect
And every way we were
was right
We loved like there was no tomorrow
Then suddenly
tomorrow came
And it was raining at the airport
And kept on
raining on the plane
He reflected to the night he had spent in her arms. The rains had begun in the early a.m. hours and then it had continued to drench the coastline and saturate the night. As he had boarded his flight, using muggle transportation, the rains proceeded, reminding him of the words she'd whispered in his ear as they had lay next to one another.
"There's something sexy about the rain."
She
only loved me for a season
But my heart won't ever be the
same
Even now her love's the reason
James knew that the love was short-lived and that Lily only loved him for the summer but he would never be the same.
There's
something sexy about the rain
And sometimes when it's pouring
down
I feel her kisses on my skin
I spread my arms and spin
around
And let that summer island storm
Hit me like a
hurricane
It's like she's right here whispering
There's
something sexy about the rain
James went outside in the heavy rains of October, and suddenly she was there, holding on to his tanned, built arm. Lily was caressing his warm flesh with her sweet innocent pink lips, and again she was whispering in his ear,
"There's something sexy about the rain."
She
followed me back to the city
In a picture in my mind
She's
still young and she's still pretty
And even after all this time
It was the month of November, and it seemed that no matter where James was, he saw her. He saw her vibrant red hair in the setting sun. He saw her emerald eyes in the lush shrubs of the greenhouse. He saw her creamy ivory skin in the afternoon clouds.
There's
something sexy about the rain
She said as it came pouring down
It
feels like kisses on my skin
She spread her arms and spun
around
In a summer island storm
In a field, in a field of
sugarcane
She taught me how and showed me why
There's something
sexy about the rain
She
taught me how and she's still why
There's something sexy about the
rain
Something sexy about the rain
Feels like kisses on my skin
There was no doubting he wished so desperately to be in her arms once more. A smile flashed across his face, and a blush graced his cheeks as he recalled that she had taught him there was something sexy about the rain, and she was still teaching him to this day.
In
a summer island storm
Something sexy