OH4H: oky doky, first fan-fic I've written in a year, so I'm probably rusty. Hope it's not complete shit, I'll try to update often, but I'm really busy with school and the play production of Romeo and Juliet at the moment, so I'm not promising anything.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gary Allan, or the song Songs About Rain, I do not own MASH or it's characters, I do not own the actors from MASH, though some of them are tied up in my basement…j/k. enjoy the story.

The rain was falling heavily that night in Crabapple Cove. Crabapple Cove, the town that closes at six and everyone's in bed by ten. The only bar in town closed at eleven, which left Hawkeye to drive around, not yet ready to go home.

Well this town has closed down way too early and there's nothing to do, so I'm driving around in circles and I'm thinking about you…

Margaret.

Today I heard you got a new last name, sure didn't know it was gonna hit me this way…

Hawkeye looked at his watch, and realized that the reception had probably just finished.
"Mr. & Mrs. Charles Winchester." Thought Hawkeye.

One Month Earlier

"Dr. Pierce's office."
"Hey Sandra, it's BJ."
"Just a moment." Sandra put the phone on hold and knocked on Hawkeye's door.
"Dr. Pierce, BJ's on line one."
"Thanks Sandra," Hawkeye picked up the phone. "Hey Beej!"

"Hey Hawk, how was the vacation?"
"It was alright, Dad and I didn't catch much, but it was relaxing. Good to be home though."

"Have you checked the mail yet?" asked BJ with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"No, not yet, why?"

"Because there's a wedding invitation in it…"

"That's great! Who's getting married? I bet it's Radar isn't it? Last I heard from him, he and Patti were getting pretty serious." Hawkeye smiled thinking of Radar getting married.

"No, it's not Radar…it's" Hawkeye cut BJ off.
"Wait don't tell me…it's Charles right?"
"Yes, but..."
"Wow! Who would've thought it, old Chuckles is getting hitched! Who's the lucky lady?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. Until BJ finally responded.
"Margaret."

And the radio, just keeps playing all these songs about rain,
now there's all kinds of songs about babies and love that goes right,
but for some unknown reason,
no body wants to play them tonight…

Hawkeye continued to circle around the town thinking about when he had first found out. Sure he had feelings for Margaret during the war, but when he got home he had convinced himself that his feelings for her were just a result of the war and nothing else. He ignored every thought of her that popped into his head, that is, until he found out she was marrying Charles. It was then he realized that his feelings for Margaret weren't just because of the war, though somehow he thought he knew that all along, but now it was too late. Margaret obviously loved Charles, not him. He wished her happiness.

Hey I hope it's sunny wherever you are,
that's sure not the picture tonight in my car,
and it sure ain't easing my pain, all these songs
Like rainy night in Georgia,
the Kentucky rain,

Here comes that rainy day feeling again,
blue eyes crying in the early mornin' rain,
they go on and on,
and there's no two the same,
oh it would be easy to blame,
all these songs about rain…

Hawkeye tried to stop thinking about Margaret, but he couldn't. He knew he should go to the wedding, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He never bothered to RSVP, and when Charles called to see if he was coming, he had his dad answer the phone and tell him that Hawkeye was sick, but wished them all the best.

Well I thought I was over you,
but I guess maybe I'm not,

Cause' when I let you go,

Looks like lonely is all that I've got…

Sometimes Hawkeye had let himself think about what it would be like if he was the one marrying Margaret, but he usually stopped himself, reminded himself it was impossible and tried to drown his feelings out.

Guess I'll never know what could have been,
sure ain't helping this mood that I'm in, if they're gonna keep on playing these songs
Like rainy night in Georgia,
the Kentucky rain,

Here comes that rainy day feeling again,
blue eyes crying in the early mornin' rain,
they go on and on,
and there's no two the same,
oh how I wish I could blame
all these songs about rain…

All these songs about rain…

Hawkeye turned off the radio, all the songs were about rain and lost love, everything he was feeling right now, everything he was trying to avoid. He finally pulled into his driveway, the lights in the house were on, he was surprised his dad had waited up for him. Hawkeye walked to the porch, not caring that he was getting soaked, and went inside. After pulling off his wet coat and taking off his shoes, he walked into the kitchen, and there, sitting at his table was Margaret.