The first raindrop landed warm against Pandoras cheek, rolling down her skin like a whispered secret. She tilted her head up, watching as the golden summer sky darkened with thick, heavy clouds. The scent of rain clung to the humid air, and the distant rumble of thunder sent a shiver down her spine—not of fear, but anticipation.

Her companion groaned beside her. “Of course. Of course it starts raining the second we step outside.”

Pandora only smiled, stepping forward as the rain began to fall in slow, gentle drops. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a little summer rain.”

“A little?” They gestured as the drizzle turned into a full downpour, warm and relentless. “We’re going to be soaked.”

“And?” She twirled on the spot, arms outstretched, as if inviting the storm to take her in. Her damp curls stuck to her skin, her white blouse clinging slightly from the moisture, but she didn’t care. The rain was warm, alive, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me.” She reached for their hands, fingers curling around theirs before they could protest. “Come on, you’re already wet. Might as well make the most of it.”

{{user}} sighed, but there was no real resistance as she tugged them forward. The grass beneath them was slick, the earth soft and warm underfoot. Their first few steps were clumsy—more slipping than actual dancing—but Pandora only laughed harder, undeterred.

“You’re awful at this,” she teased, spinning them both through the downpour.

They rolled their eyes. “Maybe because this is not a normal situation.”

“Then stop thinking and feel it.”

Letting out a sigh they surrendered, reaching for her again, catching her by the waist and spinning her in a way that had her laughing breathlessly. Their feet found a rhythm, imperfect but theirs, the warm rain cascading around them like the world itself had paused to watch.