"I'm going to bed." She said and got up. He stayed seated at the table, with his papers.
"I'll be just another minute."
She nodded and went to wash her face. The face in the mirror looked back at her, sad. That was no good; she forced a smile. Better.
She laid down in bed with her face to the window. The clouds had been ominous as they had returned home, and the rain was starting. She listened to it beating on the roof, and soon it was joined by the louder ring of hail falling. A storm.
"A storm." He echoed her thoughts out loud, coming into the bedroom. "I remember the first time I saw rain." He said, getting into bed with her. "Everyone laughed. The rain in Suna is very precious."
She turned around and put an arm around his waist. "It's different here. Me, I've always lived with rain. Sometimes I feel like it's gotten into my blood, like it's a part of me."
She kissed him, pretending she was rain, and her kisses were raindrops. He was the dry desert, soaking her up.