Tamahome couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed the rain. Over the years he'd just come to see it as an inconvenience, something else to get in the way of his work, the cold weather another threat to his father's health.
But all of that seemed miles away as he watched Miaka splashing in the puddles, twirling the umbrella in front of her as she ran through the raindrops.
"Come on!" she yelled to him. "Don't just sit there, Tamahome, come run with me!"
With a grin, he leapt up from the rock he'd been sitting on and gave chase. Finally, she dropped the umbrella and let him catch her, then sweep her into his arms and twirl her around.
"You look cute when you're wet," he said, and kissed her.