Raindrops a Fallin' On My Head...
Each was absorbed in their own thoughts but the connection shared was strong, and no words were needed. Tiny shifts of weight, a sigh, a touch, and cadences of mood or step were plenty. It was an awareness both were finally getting used to.
Vineda broke the silence. "I think it's nice."
"I know you do. It will make the clovers and grasses nice and sweet." No need to argue, he shrugged.
"But you don't like it."
"Well enough, lass. Well enough."
She reasoned with him patiently. "We're in the forest. At least I didn't have an itch to go to the beach today. You can blend in with all the green and be all sneaky quiet and aim to take me under all the dripping leaves..." She trailed off a moment as he did just that, rolling her eyes and scheming possible revenge tactics as she ducked. "That should make you happy," she finished, with a tinge of sarcasm to answer his gloating at slowly drenching her.
"Oh aye. It does at that. But see, you've not heard me complainin' now have ya? Ages it's been since I've had a stroll in the rain. I might very well be soakin it all up like a happy little sponge an' jus' keepin' it well enough to meself now, mightn't I?"
With another sigh she gave up. She'd just have to find a nice puddle to splash him with soon... stir him up a little bit. "Yes, you just might..." Her tone suggested she believed otherwise. "Ya great monster." She goaded him, picking up on his slight lilt with a big grin.
Shamrock's response was a massive, whole body shake that made her concentrate on not losing her balance. At the same time it gave him the pleasure of spraying water in all directions... plenty of it pelting Vineda as she shook her head and he smirked wickedly.
As the light drizzle carried steadily on, the pair wove through the trees bordering an open meadow. It wasn't weather you'd usually find company in so Vineda was prepared for a quiet walk. She didn't know many others who shared her enthusiasm for rain. But she was too full of energy to sit at home and watch from inside. Who knew what surprises the day might hold for those brave (or silly?) enough to come out anyway...