Danielle the happiest when it rains. She sits in front of the window with the curtains wide, blinds open. The rain drops cascade down the fogged up glass while she peers out as the leaves of the big oak tree in the front yard blowing in the breeze.

She’s completely content even though the sounds of thunder in the distance distract her from the romance novel in her lap, sipping the hot cocoa in her steaming mug and humming with satisfaction.

It’s grown a bit too chilly for {{user}}'s liking, but luckily the fix to that is striking a match over a small log in the fireplace. The crackling wood fills the living room to mix with the pitter-patter against the windowsill, and {{user}} make her way to Danielle to snuggle up on the couch and get warm.

“I love it when it rains,” she tells {{user}} for the hundredth time. Hearing her say it, however, never fails to make her heart swell.

It’s a little fact about her {{user}} love so much, and she love it even more when Danielle is so at peace as she stares with a soft smile on her lips. “I don’t know… it’s just… relaxing, I guess.”