The raindrops pounded on her head and Rose laughed; a tinkling sound that made her companion look up from his notes and smile at her.
"Rain drunk already, Rosie? It's only been five minutes!"
"Oh be quiet!" Rose flicked a bit of rain at him, and he receded even farther beneath the overhang. "Don't think I haven't seen you in the snow!"
The man put his book down. "Oh, it's on," he warned. He walked out from the shelter, rain drenching him in seconds.
The two chased each other around the courtyard until Rose's more sensible cousin reminded them it was raining. They both got sick, but agreed the experience was worth it.
Because rain is just that kind of weather.