Powerful sheets of rain blasted the quaint town of Ponyville. The middle of a summer heat wave had prompted the suits in Cloudsdale to send down a thunderstorm, drenching the town and surroundings with its strong downpour.

A splitting flash, and distance crack of lightning and thunder echoed far out. The booms had been growing in volume since they started, indicating that the pegasi had rigged the storm to drift over the town, once it got going.

Roadways turned to mud and puddles. Carts lay abandoned in the market square, a tarp haphazardly thrown over them to protect them. Most houses had their shutters closed, in order to keep out the powerful rain, giving the town and eerie, ghostly look.

One house however, stood out, much like its occupant. All the windows were up, and the front door was opened wide. Andrew stood in the frame, leaning against it while watching the rain.

A soft smile crossed his face. Though one could be forgiven for misplacing it as a sad one. The look of his eyes betrayed him, staring off into the distance, obviously deep in thought.

“Andrew, why is the door open?” Rainbow asked as she came downstairs from the bathroom, having just finished washing herself after finishing her shift on weather duty.

The human blinked, but didn’t bother turning. “Just watching your handiwork,” he said, not noticing the human phrase slip out.

“You’re gonna catch something if you let all the rain in!” Rainbow complained, a towel still wrapped around her mane.

“There’s no wind, it’s not gonna come in. Anyway it’s not like it’s cold,” he smirked, reaching a hand out from under the small awning above the door, and letting the warm rain fall onto his arm.

Sighing, Rainbow’s wings sprang open, and she floated up to wrap herself around him. With two hooves on either side of his neck, and her lower legs around his waist in a piggy back position, she spoke gently to him.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

A loud exhale sounded through his nose. “Earth,” he said, in a tone that, for once, was not longing, but more remembering.

“Oh...,” Rainbow said sadly, clearly disheartened that he was, once again, thinking of his old home.

“Andrew. I thought we were past this,” Rainbow said, afraid he might be relapsing.

“Huh? Oh no I’m not sad. Quite the opposite actually,” he smiled, reaching up the scratch behind her ear.

“Ooh,” she cooed, leaning into his hand, closing her eyes and smiling. “How do you know just where to scratch?”

“Practice,” Andrew smirked, bringing his hand down, earning a squeak of disappointment from the mare.

In response, Rainbow’s hold around her lovers body tightened, ensuring that no more contact could be lost between them.

“You are such a cuddle bug. You know that right?” Andrew laughed, turning to look back out the rain.

“Only for you,” she whispered into his ear.

“So what did you mean by ‘quite the opposite’?” She asked, after a few moments. Staring out into the storm with him. It was odd to see how dark it was, even if it was only One O’clock.

“This storm reminds me of my childhood. We used to get huge storms like this, back where I used to live. Sometimes, I would just watch them for hours on end,” he answered.

Reluctantly disentangling herself from her perch, Rainbow fluttered around to face him.

“Tell me,” she smiled sweetly.

Andrew smiled in return. Pulling her close into a gentle hug, he kissed her softly. No tongue, he was saving that for later.

Pulling back, he began. “I used to live on the coast. It got pretty hot up there in summer. I mean really hot, so it was always nice when the rain came,” he recalled.

“When the storm front hit the hot air, we got huge thunderstorms. I remember our power going out all the time, and watching the windows shake with the force of the thunder.

My family wasn’t rich, but we managed to afford to live pretty close to the beach. There was this old lean to built into the sand on the beach near us. I don’t remember what it was for, shade probably. Anyway, when I was having an off-day or I got into a fight with my parents, or when I was just bored, I would go down to it.

I would sit there for hours, watching the rain hit the sand, and the storm waves shatter on the bay. Because it was summer, I was never cold, so I just sat there. Thinking,” he explained.

“Thinking?” Dash asked.

“Yeah. I didn’t bring any books down, cause it would distract me from the rain. I just liked to sit there and watch, it was so calming. I made some of my greatest decisions sitting under that bit of wood, and rusted coro,” he chuckled.

“So what happened after?” Rainbow asked, hoping it wasn’t too sensitive.

“Dunno. We moved to the other side of the country a few years later. The shack is probably gone, I never bothered to go back and look,” he shrugged, indicating that he had indeed moved on.

Rainbow realized this, and gave him a beaming smile. “So thats why you’re looking at it now?”

“Yeah I mean. It reminded me so much of that shack. It made me realize just how good my childhood was,” he smiled, looking directly at the mare, and placing a hand on her stomach.

“And how good ours is going to have.”

“Rainbow softly stroked the area of her belly as he pulled away. “Yeah... But you gotta get me pregnant first,” she stated bluntly.

“Jeez way to kill the moment Dash,” Andrew snorted.

“Sorry,” she giggled, turning around so that her back was to his chest, and his arms moving to their place, under her arms, linking together on her chest, in a backwards hug.

The two stood there for a few minutes. Neither saying anything, content to watch the rainfall. The thunder continued to boom, yet it did little to distract the pair.

Every now and again, Andrew would bend his neck, kissing the mare on the crown of her head, or rubbing a hand over her belly. Rainbow relished in the attention, she could never quite get past just how much love and affection he treated her with. She almost felt like she didn’t deserve it.

Almost.

The constant, calming patter of rain was soon accompanied by the ever so soft singing of Andrew. The human was quite well known for randomly singing old songs, even if he had no vocal talent whatsoever. Twilight had theorized it was some form of coping mechanism, but this. This just seemed like it was only for Rainbow.

“I remember the rain the on our skin, and our kisses hotter than the Santa Ana winds. Whispering out goodbyes, waiting for a train, I was dancing with my baby, in the summer rain.”

“Andrew, why are you singi-,” Rainbow made to ask, but was silenced when he jolted forward out the door, into the rain.

“Ah!” she shrieked in her adorable, scratchy voice.

He started again, louder and happier sounding. “I remember laughing till we almost cried. There at the station that night. I remember, looking in your eyes!” He sang to her, twirling her about in the rain.

“Andrew put me down!” Rainbow shouted, failing to hide the giggle she was developing.

The human complied, setting the pegasus down, he immediately picked her forehooves back up and placed them around his waist.

“Oh my love it’s you that I dream of! Oh my love, since that day! Somewhere in my heart, i’m always dancing with you in, the summer rain!” he continued laughing all the while, as he and his loved one began to dance.

“Andrew! Someone might see us!” Rainbow tried to reason, to no avail.

The rain continued to pour on the pair as they danced on their doorstep. Rainbow’s brilliant spectrum mane began to matt to her head, cascading down her shoulders and leaving her with a gorgeous, natural look.

It didn’t take long for her to join her sweetheart in the passion, twirling and laughing like two lunatics in the storm. The rain might have been warm but it wasn’t something you would voluntarily go dancing in.

Unless of course those two lunatics were madly in love.

The two danced together. Rainbows hooves and Andrews pant legs becoming drenched with mud. Rivulets of rain water washed over the two, soaking Andrew clothes and Rainbows coat.

Princess Twilight chuckled from under her umbrella, a few metres down the street. She had come to see if Rainbow was ready to return the ‘special’ book she had checked out from the private section of the library.

But after seeing how happy she looked. Her joyous smile, her closed eyes, and her soaking mane and coat not bothering her at all. She would probably need it for that night.

If the bedroom eyes she was now giving him was anything to go off.

Author's Note

listening to Rainymood really sets this chapter, re read it with it open and see how it changes!