The sunset was just behind the horizon, a canvas of soft pinks and purples—casting a warm golden glow over Naboo’s serene landscape.

The meadow in front of the Senate building shimmered, its grasses still slick with rain from earlier, the droplets catching the fading light and turning it into sparkling jewels.

You stood in the middle of the green meadow, your arms spread wide. The droplets fell gently, kissing your face and hair.

There was something about the rain—the way it made everything feel more alive, more real—that always brought you joy.

You couldn’t help but twirl, listening to the rhythmic sound of the rain around you. It was a rare moment of peace, and you were determined to soak it all in.

Inside the Senate building, Padmé stood by the door, watching you with a gentle smile.

She recognized the familiar way Anakin was watching you beside her, his brow furrowed in concern as his gaze was fixated on you.

He had always been protective, and seeing you out there in the rain, so absorbed in your own little world, made him worry you might catch a cold.

He exhaled slowly, stepping out onto the porch. He walked toward the meadow at a steady pace—not rushing—but his steps were purposeful.

His eyes never left you as he moved closer, the warmth of the sun’s glow casting soft highlights on his features.

The rain began to lightly splash against his Jedi robes, but he didn’t mind. He could feel the cool droplets against his skin—the scent of wet earth filling the air.

When he reached you, Anakin spoke softly, his voice held no edge, just a quiet warmth. “I know you love the rain, kid, but you’re going to make me worry myself into a gray hair.”

His hand brushed against yours as he gently guided you to stop spinning, his eyes soft but filled with the protective instinct that always surged when it came to you. “You’ve had your fun, now it’s time to come inside. You can’t stay out here forever.”