Juvia was excited. She didn't have to go to work that day, and the news reported heavy showers all day. She could already see grey skies, feel the moisture in the air when she went outside, hear the lulling rumble of perturbed clouds. It may have been a let-down for everyone else in Magnolia, but frankly, Juvia was tired of clear blue skies. Rain came hardly at all in such a temperate town.
When she came out into the stormy night and stood in her front lawn skin bare, she was mildly surprised to find Gray walking down the sidewalk in only his boxers to come join her. Juvia almost forgot that she had a partner now. It hadn't rained at all since the night they had first met, so it was easy to pretend that they were regular friends. It remained a greater solace as she'd originally thought to know that they weren't regular friends.
She greeted him with a smile that he returned, then began her descent into a placid state of mind. It contrasted strongly with the strong rainfall, but that made it all the more stabilizing. She could feel herself flowing away-- if that made any sense. It made sense to her.
She opened her eyes mid-dance to see Gray standing in the cold and wet onslaught stock-still. She wondered if he was uncomfortable or not enjoying himself. Then she noticed that even though his arms were crossed over his chest, his shoulders were far from attention, his chin was tilted slightly downward, and his stance was firm but at ease. He was simply a stoic man; his dance was one of enduring stone.
Juvia closed her eyes again and continued dancing. She liked to think that her own dance was of water itself, of waves and rain and bodies alike. It was a deep and spiritual representation of who she was, so she did her best to meditate and look upon it while she danced. She admits that such zen practices had always appealed to her.
The train of thought led Juvia to think about Gray's spirit; what lay within his skin and bone. He seemed like a good person; like a quiet person; someone influenced by others' emotions as a human, but not swayed by just anything; a man of virtue, by the silver cross that always hung from his neck; rough on the outside and smooth on the inside. It was what she knew from the few days she'd had to spend with him. Without a doubt, Juvia was certain that she would learn more.
She knew nothing of his ambitions, talents, etc, but as she felt steadfast a fated becoming between the two of them, she knew that these things, too, would come to her knowledge in time. She would allow things to happen as the would.
However, though she left Gray to his motionless peace, she vowed to find his feeling dance.