The rain brings the rainbow, her grandmother had reminded her. You can’t have one without the other.
She wasn’t really comforted by that thought at the moment. This was one of those days when she wanted the rainbow without suffering through the rain first.
He opened her umbrella for her, and took them down a path that was lit with several streetlights. It was quiet; the birds were hiding, and so were most people.
“A nice cup of tea after this,” he said. “And a warm blanket.”
“And a warm cat,” she added.
He smiled at her, from under his umbrella, the rain falling around him. It didn’t make him look sad.
She remembered the day they found the cat. A little bundle of dark fur, wet and alone. He wasn’t sure about having a pet; but she couldn’t leave the poor thing. And he wanted her happy, above all else.
Since then, the cat had become treasured by both of them. They both wanted a cuddle from the kitty after coming home.
But this particular rainy evening, she let him cuddle her more. She let him sit right beside her, and draw them both under the big, comfy blanket. She let him select the television program, the hot beverage, and where the cat sat.