Rain
by Starsinger
Well, it's currently raining outside, so guess where I got this inspiration. Don't own them.
Spock could never get used to the rain. He came from a desert planet with little in the way of moisture in the atmosphere. He'd never actually seen rain before coming to Earth. His mother had described its wonders, but he couldn't quite imagine water falling from the sky.
It rained in San Francisco the third day after he arrived at the Academy. Most of the cadets wisely stayed inside, huddled against the sudden downpour, even though it had been predicted since the day before. Spock, instead, walked outside and watched. In only the way of a species that had never witnessed the phenomena he turned his face up towards the sky and let himself be soaked by this newfound sensation. He'd been swimming in parent's grotto on Vulcan, but this was different. He secretly reveled in it, and subsequently got a cold. His mother had warned him.
Spock went to Georgia with McCoy for a shoreleave, and found a different kind of rain. A soft, spring rain that was refreshing at first, and sticky and humid hours later after it had stopped. McCoy snorted, wondering if he'd stand outside during a hurricane. Hopefully the boy had more sense than that. Jim took him to Iowa where he witnessed nature's fury, a rare tornado appearing in the cornfields nearby. Spock was struck by the awesome power of that circular cloud as it descended to the earth.
One day, he contacted his older self about rain. Spock just nodded at his younger self, "It never gets old, no matter how many times you see it.