Part I
Anakin stared in fear at the strange phenomenon he found himself facing.
Grasping his lightsabre fiercely, he pulled his blanket around himself more closely.
If just wasn't right; it wasn't natural.
He shivered, hoping Master Obi-Wan would come to aid him soon.
Obi-Wan was calmly meditating, eyes closed, with a slight smile on his face.
He had always found the sound of running water restful; calming. It helped him meditate, so soon after the loss of his beloved master.
But he felt his padawan's sudden spike of fear, jolting him out of his meditative state.
Rising swiftly from his seat, he hastened to the young boy's room.
"Anakin?" he asked gently. "What is it?"
His gaze was met by frightened blue eyes. For a moment, Obi-Wan wondered if the child had had a nightmare. His blankets were curled close around his body, as if for protection from the unknown terrors of the night. In the boy's white-knuckled fist was his lightsabre; not lit, but held close, once more as if for comfort and protection.
Then the terrified gaze of Anakin Skywalker turned away from his master's eyes, and out through the window. "Master, what is it?" he whispered, unable to keep a tremor from his voice.
The Knight could not stop it; a smile crept onto his face. He stepped forward, and sat on the edge of Anakin's bed, placing a reassuring hand on his apprentice's shoulder. With his other hand, he gently pried the lightsabre from Anakin's stiff-fingered grip. "It's called rain, Anakin," he explained gently. "It's just rain."