"What does rain sound like?" George signs to {{user}}. The two of them were in a tent, making a small camp in his yard.

{{user}} shrugged, she didn't know how to explain it. George pouted and signed again, "Please try."

{{user}} then patted his arm, following the rhythm of the rain outside the tent. George enjoyed it and closed his eyes, feeling at peace about that little thing.

Until the next day, {{user}} found George sleeping while burying his face in her neck.