He stood on the balcony. The cool night air was refreshing in his moment of melancholy. His mind thought back to when he used to watch Qui Gon stare into the darkness like this. He had imagined then that this was how a man should put the world to rights. If only he looks to the stars, he will understand. But he is not Qui Gon and so all that comes to him are more questions.
It had taken all of his strength to stay on this side of the blasted door. Many nights he had removed his robes, thrown water on his face and climbed into bed, knowing that he would be wakened by his charge in the fit of a nightmare. This night, he awoke to the sobs and cries that he had become so used to but now they were on behalf of real events rather than a dream.
He did not know what to do, how to comfort the young boy. Almost grown now. He himself felt powerless, disgraced and ashamed. If Anakin was stubborn and reckless it was Obi Wan's doing. In truth he believed that Anakin had the makings of a great Jedi because of his stubborness; his steadfast dedication to the light. He knew that even the greatest Sith Lord would struggle to bring Anakin down.
He reached out a hand as he heard the first few drops of rain begin to land on the balcony. They were sharp on his skin as he turned his wrist to stretch out his palm. All at once the sounds from next door stopped. He knew they would. For, to Anakin, the rain was everything.
The first time when Anakin had seen rain was here on Coruscant, in the high Jedi temples that touched the sky in a way that you may think they created it. Barely a week into taking on the Padawan, Obi Wan had been teaching him to meditate. The boy was restless and frequently opened his eyes, sighing and rearranging his legs.
All at once, it seemed, the rain began to pour against the glass. Obi Wan found the sound soothing and opened his eyes to tell the boy to sit still when he found the space was empty.
He had turned and found Anakin pressed so hard to the glass he thought he may fall through by sheer force of will.
"Water," he cried excitedly and looking at Obi Wan with confusion. "It's falling from the sky!"
"It's rain, Anakin."
"Rain," the boy repeated.
As he had grown, no matter what, the sound of rain brought Anakin to the window in a state of wonder and childlike awe. He could picture him now, blue eyes shining and he opened the connection between them to assure him he was there. He felt a rush of affection sent back to him as they both watched the rain fall.