A/N: Okay, I didn't actuallly expect to post another one of these quite so soon. Also, it appears that fluff muse has left the building.
It ought to be raining.
She was supposed to be saying goodbye. Instead, that was all she could think, standing at her father's graveside, a crowd of people milling around her. There was too much sun today.
She felt a hand on her shoulder; knowing its owner without looking, she leaned into the touch.
"Okay?" he asked softly.
She couldn't decide what to say, so she hummed, noncommittal.
"It rained when we buried Charlie."
She looked up at him, surprised at the admission. "It ought to be raining today."
His hand tightened on her shoulder, and she looked away again.