He watches Katara from the balcony as she leads Kya through the garden. They crouch to watch the raindrops splashing in the puddles and Kya plunges her small, plump hands in. Katara sends a wave her way and they both laugh.
Zuko can't help but smile. He has always loved the rain, though he never understood why before Katara.
He would join them. But this time he stays where he is under the overhang, their second daughter cradled in his arms.
"When you're bigger," he whispers, brushing the curls from her sleeping face, "we'll play together every time it rains."