Rain

"It's going to rain."

She looked at him with a queer look in her eyes. "Rain?", Hope laughed quietly, the sun heating up her skin.

Her eyes drew close against the bright sun, her lips wide in a teasing smile. "You're insane if you think it's going to rain now."

"You don't smell that?", He drew her hood over her hair and pinched her cheeks. "That muky smell?"

Hope felt the blood rushing to her cheeks at his gesture and rolled her eyes, "I'll believe you when I see it."

The next thing she knew, they were both soaked to the bone as they ran for cover.

"Do you believe me now?" She looked up at his sparking green eyes and laughed incredulously.

"Yeah," a soft whisper. "I believe you."

She'll never see the rain the same way again.