A/N I wrote this on a rainy day (surprise, surprise!) at school.. It’s two completely unknown characters, so don’t ask who they are! I am actually very, very happy with this vignette, but ti needs a better title. Suggestions?

It was raining. Little grey tears were pelting the window and sliding down in slippery silver streams. She reached up to touch one through the window. They were so beautiful, so delicate... and so cold. She sat back once more, continuing to watch the raindrops, naming them, befriending them, and weeping internally when they slid off the window, beyond her sight, to fall to the ground below.

She had known it was going to rain several minutes before it did. She had felt the temperature drop a few degrees and the sudden, almost cloying damp. As the first drops had fallen, she had turned off her light and shut down her laptop and gone to the window to watch.

Playful. Playful little raindrops, falling all around, entwining their arms, skipping down the windowpane, joyous. She smiles, opened the window slightly and held her hand out, inviting the raindrops to play with her. She laughed. Silly little raindrops, they were cold and tickled her skin as they frolicked over her hand.

Slowly she closed the window, the raindrops cupped in her hands. She cradled them in their last moments as they soaked into her skin, becoming one with her. Enchanted with their silver luster, she leaned against the window and listened to their quiet voices, giggling at what they told her. She was so intent on them that she did not hear the door open and close. She did not hear the rustle of his jacket being pulled off or the thump of his jacket being removed. His footsteps, light as the falling rain, were imperceptible, so that she did not hear him till his arms were around her waist and his lips on her cheek.

She smiled and leaned into his embrace, tilting her head back to watch his eyes twinkle with a smile.

“Were you talking to the rain?” He asked.

She laughed in answer and he massaged her lips with his. Before long she pulled away with a laugh, then turned and settled against him. He kissed her neck and combed her wayward hair as she whispered something in his ear; he lifted his head from ehr shoulder, meeting her eyes. Then his solemn face broke into a grin and they rose from the bed and opened the window.

All the little raindrops poured in and fell over them. They pelted their skin and ran in streams of silver through their hair. They laughed and prayed and breathed and cried and lived and died together, and when they were done and it was time to close the window and say good-bye, the two lay on the bed, entwined, and she told him what the rain had said. He smiled and kissed her, long and sweet, and then they laughed together; outside, the rain laughed with them.