The rain felt as significant as chewed gum to most people, but to Simon, when it rained it was his favorite thing. The way the clouds fogged the sky, with the rain tapping against the glass in a melody he understood so very clearly. Sitting at his desk while it rained with a cup of tea was his favorite hobby. But he didn’t have to do that alone anymore. He had you. He held you tightly in bed, his head resting on your chest, just listening to your heart beat ram against your chest.