The boy who belongs in the rain
James is woken up by a loud thunder. It's the middle of the night. James isn't surprised there is a thunderstorm. The forecast said it. He is about to go back to sleep but as he turns to lie on his other side, he relies on the spot next to him is empty. He didn't even hear Regulus slip from the bed. The boy always has been quiet while moving through the house.
James gets up and walks to the balcony. The air outside is so fresh that he has to stop for a moment to take a deep breath. He looks down on the garden and as he predicted there, he is.
Regulus is sitting on the grass, head slightly tilted towards the sky. The heavy rain is hitting the boy soaking him to the bone.
If James didn't know better, he would be worried. But this is Regulus’ thing. It makes him happy. He asked him about it one time. Why he likes it this much.
“It's the feeling of the raindrops on my skin. How everything quietens down right before the rain hits. Like they are waiting for it. Rain keeps everything alive here on this earth. You, me included. It's... Beautiful.” Regulus explained with dreamy eyes.
James sees it as he lightly lifts the palms of his hands so he can catch the rain. He has to suppress the urge to call for him. But this is Regulus’ time to be... Well, just to be.
Sometimes James thinks this boy was born to walk through the rain. His eyes, the colour like the sea after a storm belong to this weather. Same as nature Regulus comes alive in the rain.