A cold feeling numbed the pudgy cheeks of a young brunette smearing her face against the frosty window. From within her cozy house she was warmed by the pleasant, artificial temperatures that contrasted with the stuffy winter weather outside. She watched as her front yard collected more ever-falling ice crystals in its stack of snow. The grass hadn't a single chance to even so much as attempt to breathe. Winter had begun in the area, and as a young child, the girl did not appreciate having the great outdoors, a giant place for play and adventure, being frozen and covered with a blanket of thick, tedious-to-walk through snow. Even if she were suited with snow gear, the cold season was simply not meant for her. Whatever reason she had for looking out the living room window had been forgotten by her as the visually intriguing snowfall, as big a killjoy as it was, let her mind wander off.

"Rain?" a low voice calmly inquired, coming from seemingly nowhere to the little child. "You've been staring out there for almost twenty minutes now."

Only when she turned back to look at her father did she realize how chilly the frosty window had turned her face. Rubbing and massaging her eyes and cheeks, the youth looked as far up as she could to see his five-o-clock-shadowed face, dark-shaded eyes looking down at her.

"I'm looking at the snow, Papa," Rain replied glumly.

"I see," he said, sitting down on the couch and offering for his daughter to sit next to him, "and you look very interested by it."

Rain attempted to hop onto the couch in one leap to sit alongside her father, only falling short of the height and hitting the carpet with a light thud. It didn't hurt her too sorely, however, and she let a pair of reasonably sized arms pick her up and set her down on the couch cushion. One of her father's arms proceeded to wrap around her small shoulders, while she herself situated a nearby dark-red blanket over her legs to warm up from the cold air that enveloped her by the window.

"I don't like the snow. I don't like the cold, either," the little girl pouted.

Rain's father took a look out the window, the grimy area his daughter's face was pressing against still noticeable. He glanced further, analytically, and saw kids far across the the street suited up in thick clothes, playing around in the snow. Watching as they tumbled into the frosty powder and picked some up in their mittens to throw at each other, he bore an affably-sized smile, ever-so-briefly recalling his childhood winter memories. Looking back over at Rain, he almost felt bad that she couldn't enjoy it.

"Hmm, well, why not? Kids like you are usually having a fun time in the snow. Your old man certainly remembers the fun he had in the snow at your age," he said.

Positioning her head against her father like he was a large, breathing pillow, and using the couch cushion as a mattress, Rain sighed and closed her eyes, her boredom already taking its toll on her.

"I don't know," she childishly replied.

Her father couldn't think of a response to the answer. He ran his big fingers through his little girl's hair, further lulling her into a daze.

"Papa, why does it have to snow outside? I miss the spring and the summer," she whined.

"It's hard to say why, exactly. There's a good bunch of grown-up stuff that explains how it happens. But I don't think I can say why. Snow falls down, it's the way the things work," he attempted to explain, "and no matter how much you may like the snow, it will continue to fall down. It's all part of Mother Nature, there's no stopping it."

Rain groaned, not interested in anything that didn't relate to hurrying up with the winter and getting back to warmer days where she could have fun and play games in the refreshing colors that the spring and summer gave to the world. In her disinterested state, she unconsciously kept scrambling up her position on the couch, her feet now up on the top of the couch and the her head hanging down from the cushion, with her hair grazing the floor. It was a barely refreshing feeling as she felt the blood in her head flow with a struggle as she held it upside-down.

"If I could make the snow melt away for you, I would. If anything it would be just to not have to toil out on clearing the driveway every two days for a whole season," the man paused to laugh to himself, "but since I can't do that, how would you like to hear another simple story from your old man, hmm?"

Rain lifted herself up, and withdrew her legs, shuffling back into a standard sitting position. Her father bore his smile again, happy to see the sudden spark of interest jolt his daughter back into focus.

"That's the spirit, girly!" he proudly said. "Now, since you don't like the snow, I think a story about something else is in order. I think this one will be about rain. A rain story for my daughter, Rain, heheh."

"Oooh, I think rain is much better than this dumb snow," she enthusiastically replied.

"Well, this story isn't too long, so enjoy it while it lasts. It's about you, too, Rain. Heh, a story about Rain and rain for my daughter, Rain. It's about the day when you were born."

"When I was born?"

Rain's father nodded.

"You know, Rain, from the day your mother and I found out you were going to be a girl, we've always felt so lucky. The way I felt, a son would grow up being more crazy and less calm than a daughter like you. Of course, Mama realized that having a daughter would mean being asked to help style her hair and to buy her makeup, but that's her problem to deal with, of course. Hahaha!"

The little girl didn't know exactly what was too important about all of this particular information, but she just huddled up with her father anyway, happy he seemed to be in a pleasant mood telling her all of it. She ran her stubby little fingers through her hair at the mention of her mother having to always style it. At this stage in her life, Rain never felt the need to style her hair. For most of her currently short life, she had been allowed to simply let it grow.

"Of course, if you were a boy, I would love you anyway. Your old man could just calm you down by dragging you out on some boring old fishing trips," he said, another laugh escaping him, "but you're you, and you're not a boy. You're Rain, and when you were born, the day started off just the opposite of your rain. Sunny and warm, pretty much nothing like what it is outside right now."

His daughter frowned at the last statement. Catching her less-than-happy face, he finally got back onto topic.

"When you were born, it was the first day of spring. We were inside when you were born, and when we took a look at the windows, I was at least a little shocked when I saw how the sun had been overshadowed by a big shower of rain. It was raining and pouring, but your old man couldn't be snoring- his new daughter had just been born!"'

The pieces of the puzzle somewhat easily assembled together in Rain's little head.

"Is that why I'm named 'Rain?'" she pondered, pulling out a loose hair that dangled in front of her eyes.

"How did you guess?" her father jested. "It was actually all your mother's idea, though. You'll have to thank her for your little rain-name. It makes your name sound more graceful and whimsical."

"What do those words mean?"

Once more, Rain heard her father laugh, an action that, at this point, she couldn't even tell what was supposed to be so funny anymore.

"They mean that you have a lovely name, cause you're a lovely little girl," he answered. "And maybe the weather conditions of the day you were born are why you don't like all this snow. What do you think?"

Rain looked out at the window. Still with the same mix of interest and disinterest as she had been looking at it with earlier. Past the smudge marks her face left there on the window's glass, she saw that additional snow had refrained from falling. The results of this brief snowfall only added a slightly thin layer of new snow, but still served as a less-than-endearing reminder that the cold season still had some time left. Perhaps the snow wasn't for her.

"I think I wish it was raining right now, Papa," she simply replied.


This is the story for Rain and Sunny, except right now, there's not as much Sunny. The story kinda takes place in a slice of life environment. I know most of you were expecting me to write some Taismo tickling of some sort, but for those who want some of my writing for other stuff, you can check the descriptions for some of my other deviations if you haven't already.

Right, back to Rain and Shine, which was originally just called Rain's Story, hence why this chapter starts with Rain as a little itty-bitty girl. This is a very unexciting chapter, I'll admit, but at least it's the shortest. All it does is use dialogue to establish stuff about Rain. If you ask me, this one could probably be taken out entirely. Why not just scrap it then? Well, I wrote this chapter up already, so fuck it, I'm posting it.

Also, am I technically Rain's father? I'm not the Rain's father in the story, but I AM Rain's father. As the owner of two characters intentionally designed to be cute, they almost feel like my daughters at this point. Is that creepy? Well, how about this. I can admit that they're just fragments of imagination that can only be brought to life in two dimensions. But they feel like your babies, don't they? Anybody with OCs MIGHT know how I feel. At least with OCs you don't have to take care of them or anything. Just make sure nobody steals them or that they don't die out (by drawing them consistently).

Rant over, hope you enjoy. Chapter two is better in my opinion.