Most people would be inside during a thunderstorm, but not you. Tanjiro was worried in spite of that.

Seeing you standing out in the rain, a draft of air mingling with your hair, and the obscured clouds rolling over the horizon briefly quenched the disquietude whirling in his mind.

To him, you were the silence before the looming threats of thunder and lightning.

He wanted to stay with you as long as time allowed. He stood next to you, fine with idling by and watching as the clouds grouped.