Her father had gotten the call on a sunny day. She didn't believe it at first, she had flooed The Burrow. She shouted at her family in disbelief. She didn't want to believe it.
"He's not. Why would he be?" she asked.
Her father shook his head. It just couldn't be.
"Rose, I know you were close to him, but he's not coming back."
She shook her head in denial. She was eight years old, and she had her world madly shaken. Her mother came in the room, sobbing. So much sadness wasn;t the norm at her home, it was a place of happiness. Except today. She didn't want to think of it He taught her almost everything she knew. She couldn't believe it.
The next day, she woke up with sobs racking her body. She found her face cracked and stiff, as if she had cried herself dry in the middle of the night. Her mother and Father were downstairs, and the dishes were cleaning themselves sloshily, water spilling everywhere. She ate flavorless oatmeal that morning. Finally, they flooed to The Burrow.
She had never seen the place so sad, and hoped to never see it like that again. She looked over to the front yard. She felt the sadness crushing her, while she looked over to the casket. The family looked at her with pity; it made sense that she would feel sad; she was the closest to him, besides his wife. Rose felt as if she could never feel any sadder, but as she looked over Arthur Weasley's lifeless body, she broke. She wept openly, her favorite relative gone. As if someone turned on a light switch, it started pouring. She kept weeping, the intensity of the rain matching her sadness, over her grandfather's body.
A/N: I may change the middle name later. If you have suggestions for Rose's middle name, by all means tell me so in the reviews. They are there for a reason, you know! In case it was unclear, she caused the rainfall.