Luke stared in wonder at the round, gleaming drops of water sheeting from the silver sky.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen. To a desert boy, Yavin's tropical storms were a glorious change from the moisture-sucking air of Tatooine.
Eyes uplifted, arms spread wide, he stepped out from the shelter of the temple.
"Luke! Luke!"
Leia shouted as loudly as she could, but knew it was pointless. There was no way Luke could hear her voice over the thunderous drumming of the rain. Breathing deeply, she plunged through the curtains of water towards him.
Luke was standing, rejoicing in the falling water.
Leia grabbed his arm as she hurried to his side, turning him to face her. Her stern look evaporated, however, when met with his ecstatic grin. Shaking her head, and trying to hide a smile, she pulled on his arm, guiding him back to shelter.
"Isn't it so wonderful, Leia?" he asked, still uplifted by his experience.
Despite herself, Leia giggled. "You shouldn't have gone out like that; you'll catch a chill!" she pretended to scold him.
Luke grinned good naturedly, accepting the chiding. "Alright."
Leia returned the grin. "Come on; let's get you dried and warmed up. We can't have the Hero of the Rebellion catching a cold." She reached out to take his hand.
Luke hesitated. "Alright. Just tell me… what is it?"
She looked at him in surprise, then burst out laughing again. "It's rain, silly!" she told him. "It's just rain."