I secretly love the rain so this came into mind! Enjoy and sorry for any errors as usual!

Rain

Steven sits at his desk, facing the large window of his office. It's pouring outside, violent drops of water stabbing the ground when they collide. He sighs, bored and tired from all the paperwork and lack of human interaction in the past five hours. He doesn't stop staring at the silver rain fall, reminding him of tears of mercy, perfect orbs dripping slowly from the clouds.

He looks up when he hears someone enter the room. He's met with light brown hair and a pair of striking aqua eyes. May smiles at him, her hair slightly damp from the rain, a wet raincoat on her shoulders. As she walks over to him, her brown boots squeak from under her. "Sorry for dragging in a mess," she says, pushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"Don't worry about it," he replies, "Great weather today huh?"

"You bet. I have to say, it's nostalgic in a way."

He raises an eyebrow at her statement, rather curious. "How so?" he asks.

"Well," she turns to the window, watching the rain, "When I was younger, I'd just go out in the rain and dance with my Pokemon. It was freezing and sometimes, I'd get really sick afterward. Even so, it was all worth it. The rain is just… it's pleasant in a way. My mom would get so mad at me though."

He stares back at the window again, absorbing her words. He thinks about it, wondering how in the world rain could be he abruptly stands, putting on his jacket and grabbing her hand, pulling her toward the door. "What's wrong, Steven?" she asks quickly, surprised by his actions.

"Nothing, I just want to want to understand what you're saying. I need a break anyways." They run out of the door, dashing through the hallway until they're outside. An icy wind hits them and they shiver, but Steven pulls her toward the middle of the street. He holds her arms in his, and they start moving around in circles. He thinks about calling out Metagross or Skarmory, but he changes his mind, realizing that steel types don't deal with water very well. Eventually, she joins him, wrapping her arms around his neck, his around her waist, both of them ignoring the strange stares of spectators around them. They laugh and dance around the street, splashing each other and enjoying the sensation of the rain tickling their skin. He kisses her, tasting rain and honey and loving the softness of her lips against his. The rain kissing them while he kisses her over and over again.

Once the rain finally stops, they're soaked to the bone, feeling numb, but still smiling like dorks. A week later, they're both stuck in bed with the flu. They both know being sick is worth it.

Thanks for taking the time to read this! PLEASE REVIEW! Also, since I'm still writing chapters for this, I would love it if you guys can leave some ideas for the next chapters! ( I run out of ideas so fast!) Thank you! Much love 3