The rain falls the third day she's there.
It surprises her, because rain isn't something she expected in heaven. She doesn't mind it, because rain was always her favorite weather phenomenon, but still. Rain?
"It rains because there is still sadness," says her grandmother to her as they walk through some garden. "Not here, perhaps, but in the world. There is still darkness."
Kate nods and tries to play it off, but she can't help but think to herself—
There is sadness here, too. Maybe there shouldn't be, but there is.
She watches him and wonders if he's watching her.