Summary: Rain makes her happy. And if she's happy, he's happy.
Word Count: 1096
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.

She always loved September rain. Well, maybe this is wrong. She still loves September rain. In fact, she adores rain. As soon as the first drops start to fall, she is one of the few people in the room to smile. Her, and me. But I don't care about the rain, to be honest. People could talk about how important rain is, with its agricultural purposes, to restore water that evaporated or for energy with dams and such. All I care about is her happiness. And she's happy with rain.

She likes to run as the rains falls, jumping in the puddles and looking at me as our hairs start to drip. We don't look for shelter, like everyone else. We don't get under umbrellas or enter a car. Instead, we run, we laugh, we jump. We dance in the rain, our cold skin touching and almost causing sparkles. Everyone thinks we're crazy, but I know we're just happy.

As it rains, the city is a peaceful place for the both of us. We think of nothing but of each other, and we don't care about mundane things. Work isn't important anymore, we don't think of our phones or if someone is calling. We are happy under the rain.

And it's also under the rain that we share the sweetest kisses. Under such gloom, our kisses bright up the day. I never enjoyed rain as a kid, to be honest. I despised it, with every fiber of my being. But now, I love it. I almost wish that every day was a rainy day. Because that way, she would always be smiling. And I love her smile.

I love her so much.

I really do.

It's also nice when it's raining and we are indoors. Because we watch the rain fall from the big window in the living room while we're under the covers, warm and comfortable, against each other. The TV is off, and the only thing heard is the fridge and the rain. Sometimes I hear my neighbors dropping things or talking, but I mostly hear the rain. I disconnect so much from the rest of the world that I sometimes wonder if she's still there with me or don't even notice the rain stopping. But she doesn't move when this happens, knowing very well that I'll be scared of that sudden move. Seems like my childhood left its scars, and she knows how to deal with them. The same way that I know how to deal with hers.

We might get mocked for our weird relationship, but we know each other well enough by now. Some people don't have what we do.

Sometimes she holds my hand in her sleep when it starts to rain. I remember once, I woke up and left our bed. I don't remember why, maybe went to the bathroom or to the kitchen. Doesn't matter. When I came back, the rain started to fall. As soon as my head hit the pillow, her hand connected with mine. She smiled, and I recall wondering whether that smile was from holding my hand, or because of the rain. I never asked, and I don't think she'll know how to answer.

The rain has a special meaning to me, now. It reminds me of her, even when I'm not with her. Whenever it's raining and we're not together, it makes me miserable to think she's alone, without me there to dance with her, jump in puddles or cuddle on the couch and disconnect from the outside world. But I guess that this we have won't last forever, and one of us will have to figure out how to enjoy the rain without the others smile, touch or the feeling of the others breathing against the neck. She says it makes her giggle because it tickles, and I laugh. And remind her that her hair also tickles. And doesn't always taste that good. She playfully slapped my arm the first time I said that.

The girl in front of me also enjoys the rain. Jumping in puddles is her favorite hobby, and her laughing is my favorite thing in the world. Tied to her mother's. My girls' happiness is everything to me, and when they're laughing, it usually means they're happy.

She's giggling as her mother tells her a bed time story, and the rain is falling slowly outside, leaving drops on the window. The city lights are seen too, shining bright, contrasting with the black sky.

I'm leaning against the door frame, in a place where I see them but I'm not seen by them. I now hear them both giggling. I chuckle when I hear a certain part of the story, and the voices and giggles stop.

"Daddy?" My sweet daughter calls out, and I don't move. I'm not supposed to be eavesdropping. "Come and join us!" She's excited when I enter the room, and my wife smiles at the both of us. Her snuggle-bunnies. Although I keep being shorty. I now just smile at that.

The rain is stronger now, and I just know that tomorrow my little bug – my daughter, I sometimes also call her love bug, but I don't know why… - is going to wake me up wanting to go jump on puddles. Where did she get so much energy!?

But now, at nine pm, her little eyes are closing as the story ends, and I get reminded of how lucky I am. Not that I need a reminder, though. I always remember of just how lucky I am that I got her and her mom. She's so peaceful when she's like that.

We leave her room, putting a giant bear behind the door so that it doesn't close all the way. She always sleeps with the door slightly open.

My wife and I go to the living room and do just like we used to. We cuddle on the couch, listening to the rain outside. But this time, I don't disconnect. Instead, I spend the entire time smiling. In just a couple of weeks, I'm hoping to be having, not my wife, but my son in my arms. Well, and my wife. And my daughter. But mostly my son, to be honest! I want to meet him, even though I don't really want to spend sleepless nights. But if they are like the ones I spent with his sister, there won't be many. We'll just have to wait and see. And in the meantime, we listen to the rain. Warm and comfortable, holding each other.

The End

It was raining today, so I had a thought. Why study when you can watch the drops falling on the window or watch the trees moving with the wind. I hope it was a nice story, I actually enjoyed writing this (why write if you don't enjoy?).

Anyway, I thought I was only going to write something after watching this week's episode, but I found out there's no episode this week! So, here it is. Hope you like it.

A little Lenny in the midst of Shamy.