I stared in despair at the dark clouds and watched the lightning flash through the window of the door.

I turned my head when the women who worked in the office across from mine, Ruby, pushed open the door adjacent to me and opened an umbrella to the pouring rain. "Have a good weekend, Ella!" she called. I waved at her with a weak smile as she left. Lucky dog had an umbrella, while I had forgotten mine at home.

I took a deep breath and finally pushed open the door, cringing at the rush of hot sticky water penetrating my clothes and creating a dampness all over. I squealed as I walked as fast as I could to my car, all the way in the back of the parking lot.

I groaned loudly to no one in particular as I finally reached my car, soaking wet. Rain made me depressed. The darkness, the gloomy atmosphere the mud, and everyone's bad mood at being wet and gross.

The only person I knew who enjoyed the rain was my husband, Nate. He loved the sound, the refreshing nature of it, and he especially loved all the excitement and tension that built up before a storm. Nate. I couldn't help but feel a little better when he came to mind, I never could. He always made me smile.

He was great. We were great. We'd been married officially four months and we couldn't be happier. We were finally getting into the swing of things. Living together, eating together, sleeping together. I loved him with all I had and couldn't see myself with anyone else.

I did not, however, love the rain, and it was something I could do without.

Nate was jerked form my thoughts and my body jerked forward as I skidded to a stop at a red light. A small squeal of panic left my mouth as I stopped just a few feet after the line.

The rain continued to pour before finally letting up right as I turned into our apartment complex. I let out a breath of relief at the hope of, at the very least, not having to walk through the rain to get inside. However, everywhere remotely close to our apartment was filled. It was Wednesday, and our neighbors had a study group on Wednesday. I'd made it home just late enough for there to be absolutely no where to park. All the tenants nearby had four or five roommates in their little apartments, and all of them had their own cars.

The joys of living in a college town.

As I started to look for a space, it suddenly started pouring again, harder than it was before. I cursed loudly and banged my hand on the steering wheel.

My mood dampened in proportion to the damp asphalt. I got more and more frustrated as I got further and further from out apartment and the rain got harder and louder.

I was shocked to find, a moment later, what seemed to be the only parking spot in the entire complex, practically on the opposite side of ours. I was shocked further, then, to find someone standing in the space, waiting patiently with a huge umbrella and a matching grin. Someone none other than my own husband, Nate.

I parked, careful not to hit him, and let him open my door, keeping me safe from the rain. As he helped me gather my things and lock my car, I was speechless.

He grinned, shoving his big umbrella mostly over me and even going so far as to slip my bag from my shoulder and onto his own before pecking my cheek. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

I melted. He traded the umbrella between his hands and slipped his free arm around my waist and pulled my wonderfully close to his side.

"What're you doing out here?" I asked, finally able to find my voice.

He started walking us back home, careful to keep me dry- or at least prevent me from getting wetter. "I was waiting for you. I didn't want you to have to walk in the rain."

I turned to kiss his cheek and he smiled. I squeaked and jumped when a loud peal of thunder rang overhead. He chuckled and squeezed me closer. "I've got you."

We walked in comfortable silence until we reached our apartment. I was still stunned mostly quiet by his sweetness.

As we entered, he chuckled at how wet I was. "You're soaking wet, Ells, did you park far away at work?"

I nodded and took my bag from him, putting it down before immediately taking off my coat, heavy with rain.

"It wasn't supposed to rain today," I pouted. "And I left late this morning because someone couldn't keep his hands off of me. So I had to park in the very back."

He smirked nonapologetically. "Not my fault I have a beautiful wife." He pressed a kiss to my head before smiling lustfully and pulled me towards our bedroom immediately. "Speaking of, my beautiful wife is going to get sick in those wet clothes she's wearing." He stepped closer to me, pressing his forehead to mine. "You should probably take those off, love."

I laughed and him and nodded, my own eyes filling with desire as he tugged me to our room. "You do have a point, Mr. Gray. But these wet clothes are terribly difficult to get off, would you mind too terribly giving me a hand?"

He shook his head. "Not a bit, Mrs. Gray, it would be my pleasure."

I let him lead me to our bed and made my day significantly brighter.