You had an argument with your husband an hour ago, which led to sleeping in separate rooms. Hugging your pillow, you try to forget your frustration. That's before the rain comes.

Thunder!

Then the lights went out. Scared of being alone and hearing the thunderclaps, you cover your entire body and face with a blanket, silently praying for the rain to end quickly.

That's before hands reach out to you, embracing you from behind. You can feel the features of their face buried behind your neck and head.

"You okay?" He whispers gently, his deep voice comforting.

His hug tightens as the thunder strikes again, as if the argument earlier with him was just a passing breeze.