Prompt: #97 - Rain
Word Count: 215
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Yes, I'm alive. I've had writer's block for ages now, and I haven't written anything since Blood & Fire. (If you haven't read it, please do; I'm secretly quite proud of it. It's a dark two-shot fic about Jet, and in my opinion, it's probably the best thing I've ever written.) So I finally got off my lazy arse and wrote something!
It doesn't rain often in the arid Fire Nation, but these days are widely regarded as unlucky. The rain turns roads to muddy bogs, sucking livestock, wagons, and the occasional person into their depths. The rain makes the air humid, transforming comfortable temperatures into muggy and unbearable heat. The rain blocks out the sun with its clouds, covering the land in a blanket of darkness and gloom. The rain soddens their clothes, and makes them heavy, makes the fabric sticks to their skin. Worst of all, the rain douses their fires, makes them powerless.
Zuko was born on a rainy day.
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It's raining, and she's dancing in it.
The rain plasters her hair to her head, suctions her clothes to her skin, makes rivulets of water drip down her face. She's absolutely soaking wet from head to toe, probably going to catch a cold, and positively ecstatic. Her eyes are bright, staring skyward; her mouth is open in joyous laughter, catching raindrops on her tongue. Her arms are spread like a bird's wings, spinning around in dizzying circles. She catches his eye, looking so perfectly happy that he can't help but smile with her.
She grabs his hand, dragging him into her dance, and Zuko thinks that rain might not be so bad after all.
END.