She had always said that she hated the rain, so he always made sure to have an umbrella nearby- the weather was always unpredictable where they lived. There was once he had planned an elaborate picnic complete with a cleverly designed scavenger hunt that he took hours to set up, only to have the whole thing cancelled because of a sudden thunderstorm in the area. She sat in the corner, hands over her ears in a futile attempt to drown out the sound of thunder. He cursed the heavens for ruining his perfect plan.
The years went by, and he gradually came up with a way to help her cope with the thunder, and the rain. They stayed indoors, but if they had to brave the storm, his presence was a great comfort to her: she knew she was not alone.
There was once he wasn’t there- away on a business trip overseas, and the thunder roared like a lion through the night. She lay in her bed, under the covers, silent, but not afraid. It was then she realized how much of a change he brought about in her.
Imagine his surprise when he was greeted as soon as he arrived back home by her rain-drenched body: she ran through the rain to greet him, umbrellaless in a thunderstorm, but she seemed unfazed.
And this was the story of how one man’s love warmed his lover through her fears, and kept her soul dry where it had once been damp.