Cold drips of water prickled on Anakin's palm, watching with starry-eyed awe as the water trickled down his tanned skin in a crisp path. From the safety of the awning, he glanced up to take in the dark clouds that had enveloped the once-flaming sky. Complete grey greeted him, not a single hint of blue.

Rainfall on Tatooine was extremely infrequent; It was regarded as a miracle when it occurred, happening only a few times a year, decade, or even century. And yet here it was, blending in with the coarse, brittle sands, seeping into the cracks of the ground. The young farm boy had never experienced it in his life, and it showed.

"Look at it..." Anakin murmured softly from beside you, a grin on his lips. "It's incredible, isn't it...?"

Completely struck by the sight.