It's on a rainy day when he first meets her. He doesn't even like the rain. It makes the sky darker, the clouds grey, and the bright sun vanishes from sight. Everyone else always seems to like it, but not Harry. The rain was always so gloomy, and it reminded him of the weird boy Kevin who sat at the corner of the class and didn't talk to anyone.

However, the day he first sees her, the sky is crying. It doesn't even bother him that much, because she struts in wearing that cute polka dot dress with a matching headband, clutching her Hello Kitty backpack but having a sweet smile on her lips. She sits with Cora Stevenson and Johanna Waters, and Harry finds himself watching her from time to time.

At the end of the school day, he decides he finds the new girl kind of cute.

          It's on a rainy day when she first talks to him. Harry doesn't even expect it as he sits on his desk during recess, finishing up the homework for English class. He looks longingly outside the window to see all his friends playing by the swing, and he only wishes he could do the same.

It's at that moment when she enters the empty classroom, and Harry looks up at her, his heart beating so fast it may just rip out of his chest. She smiles at him, and little Harry doesn't know why he has butterflies in his stomach, or why he feels like he could watch her smile all day.

She comes forward and hands him a small candy, the smile still on her lips as she quietly states, "It's my birthday today."

Harry admires the candy on his palm for a while and then looks up at her, smiling himself. Maybe he just might like this new girl, Jemma.

          It's on a rainy day when they start to become friends. It might just be one of the best days of his life, despite the rough year he had. The past couple of years had been very hard for Harry, and the sweet little child with the sparkle in his eyes had long gone, turning into a grumpy teenage boy who loved frowns more than anything else. It grew harder and harder for Harry to make more friends, and he only wished he could go back to kindergarten when things were much simpler and life didn't frustrate him so much.

It's during lunchtime when he sits alone at his usual table, and she suddenly comes over. She sits down in front of him, that smile still on her lips, while he looks startled and bewildered.

"Hi, I'm Jemma," she introduces herself in that soft voice of hers, and those butterflies are at it again.

"I know," Harry nervously responds, and immediately feels like slapping himself senseless. That was such a stupid thing to say.

Luckily, she doesn't seem to think so. Instead, her smile widens as she says, "That's good." Harry returns her smile this time, and it may just be the first time he's smiled in the past week, because he is truly happy. He somehow always seems to be happy around her.

          It's on a rainy day when he first visits her house. He had been dropping her home for the past few months, and as they ran under her porch to avoid getting wet in the rain, she invites him inside for the first time to sit it out and maybe play some video games. Somehow, Harry can't find it in himself to refuse.

He doesn't know what he expects when he steps inside, but somehow he feels disappointed. The house is eerily empty, and it makes him feel a bit sad. It's not like his house, where the moment you enter, you are blasted with the loud noises made by Harry's four other siblings, and the aroma of Mum's warm, baked bread. Instead, it seems quite distant and perhaps lonely, and Harry wonders where her parents are.

It's when they are in the middle of playing their video games that a women with short hair and thick rimmed glasses enters, not even greeting Harry but simply calling Jemma to go with her. Her stare is cold, and for a while Harry is confused and perhaps even worried as Jemma has to get up and leave. She returns some time later, an apologetic smile on her face as she tells him it's time to leave. Harry does so, feeling a little upset, but he's certain not to let it show.

As she drops him outside the door, he decides to ask her why he has to leave so early simply out of curiosity. Jemma softly tells him that her dad doesn't like it when she has friends over, never once looking him in the eye. Harry understands, and he leaves without another word.

          It's on a rainy day when he finally decides to ask her out. They had been friends for the past two years now, and Harry cannot keep his feelings bottled in anymore. He really, really likes her, and he wants her to know that. It doesn't stop him from being a nervous wreck, though.

It's after school lets out that he tells her there's something he wants to say, and he's fidgeting with his fingers while she looks at him curiously. Harry keeps on staring at his feet, unsure of how to do this, but the moment he hears her sweet voice question him, he feels... like he belongs. He looks up at her, and suddenly the nervous jitters seem to disappear as he tells her what's really in his heart.

She seems a bit startled at first, then confused, but never angry, he notes. She thanks him for telling her, and then asks for some more time to think it over, which Harry gladly agrees to. As he heads home that day, his chest feels lighter and for some reason, Harry isn't worried anymore.

          It's on a rainy day when she says yes. Harry couldn't believe it the moments those words left her mouth, and he certainly couldn't stop the wide grin from forming in his face. She smiles at him too, but it's not her usual smile. Instead, it's a small, shy smile, and it makes her cheeks pink and eyelashes flutter. He decides he can get used to this smile of hers as well. It made him feel... special.

That day, when Harry is returning home, he finds himself skipping in the rain, a content smile on his lips. He feels happier than he's ever felt, and he doesn't want this feeling to ever disappear. He looks up at the sky, the rain now turned into a light drizzle, and he decides that maybe, just maybe, he doesn't hate the rain that much anymore.

          It's on a rainy day when they have their first fight. Harry doesn't even remember the reason anymore. He assumes it must've been something petty. What he does remember, however, is the way she looked at him, with her eyes watery and a look of disappointment as she walked away from him. It made him feel like a stranger to her, and he didn't like that feeling. He wanted the Jemma who would always smile at him no matter what, who would sit next to him at lunch instead of with her friends, who would call him late at night whenever she was sad about something her parents did. He wanted to stay by her side and comfort her, and he wanted her to lay her head on his shoulder as silent tears streamed down her face. He wanted her to tell him that she trusted him and that no one could understand her better than he could.

He couldn't do any of those, at least not today. All he could do was silently walk home, drenching himself in the rain. He flopped down on his bed the minute he reached, and he couldn't control himself anymore from bawling his eyes out.

That day, all four of his siblings had come in to his room at night to pat his back and comfort him. Mum was cooking his favorite dish, and Pops had gone to the store to buy him that new video game he had been wanting so desperately for the past month. As his older twin sisters, Melanie and Stephanie, hugged him and told him it was going to be okay, while his eldest brother, Kyle, and the youngest, Liam, put up a puppet show to cheer him up, Harry decided that maybe the fight with Jemma hadn't been such a bad thing.

He may have hurt her, and he was incredibly saddened by that, but it made for a memory that he would forever cherish.

          It's on a rainy day when they share their first kiss. The fight had been followed by a long, haunting week of no phone calls or secret meetings in school. Neither knew how to approach the other, and they spent the week avoiding each other. At the end, Harry decided that he had enough, and landed in her doorstep to apologize.

She seemed quite shocked, yet touched. She accepted his apology and told him that she, too, shouldn't have overreacted, and Harry felt glad to have made up with her. As he turned to leave, she held him by his arm, and the look on her face at that moment was to die for. She looked at him with such awe and pride, that Harry couldn't help but feel good about himself.

She stepped closer to him as she went on her tip-toes to plant a light, fleeting kiss on his lips. It was short and sweet and Harry wouldn't have it any other way. He remembers being astonished but smiling almost immediately as she, too, gives him a nervous, shy smile.

They drenched themselves in the rain a little that day, but neither seemed to mind it.

          It's on a rainy day when they plan to get intimate. They're both as nervous as they can be, but neither let it show. Harry had been thinking of it for a while, and with both of them at a legal age now, they decided that it just might be the right time.

They're on his bed as he slowly takes off his shirt, and he's never felt so bare and vulnerable. She's not looking at him either, but he doesn't seem to notice it. He sucks in a deep breath and the moment they lock eyes with one another, they realize just how terrified they both are. There's a haunting silence for a few seconds, but it's soon broken with a loud laughter from the both of them. They compose themselves and decide that maybe it isn't the right time after all, and settle on the couch downstairs to just simply watch an old movie instead.

As they're snuggled on the couch together, watching the movie with a content smile on their lips, Harry thinks of how much trouble he went through to get everyone out of the house today and finds it quite funny. They're in the middle of the movie when things start to get quite heated, and they somehow find themselves kissing and touching. It happens quite naturally, and Harry feels like this is much better, because there's no pressure or nervousness, just them.

          It's on a rainy day when he leaves for college. His Mum is crying, and his Pops is holding himself together because he knows that Harry won't be able to handle it if he breaks down as well. He tells his parents that he'll visit as much as possible, and they both tell him that they're very proud, and Harry knows that to be true. He still can't believe he got a scholarship, and that too in such a good university. It makes him feel ecstatic, but he's also quite upset to be leaving his hometown.

It's when his parents are watching him leave that she appears, running and panting and sweating but not stopping even for a second. He comes to a halt, shocked to see her but still incredibly happy, as she jumps into his arms and holds on for dear life. She's kissing him deeply and desperately, and he returns it with equal fervor. He doesn't even seem to mind the fact that they're not alone, he's just happy to be with her for one last time.

As they break apart, Jemma smiles at him, and this is an altogether different smile from all the other ones he's used to. She looks proud and happy and glad, yet also sad and heartbroken and miserable. She gasps for her breath and manages to whisper, "I love you."

He looks at her then with all the love he has for her and he simply tells her, "This is not the end."

It seems to be the exact thing she wanted to hear and she hugs him so tight, but he doesn't mind it at all. At that moment, they both seem to believe his words.

          It's on a rainy day when she breaks his heart. He's visiting home for the first time that year, and although he loves Mum's homemade cooking, Pops' and Liam's board games, movie nights with Kyle and his wife, Gilly, gossip sessions with Melanie, and deep, intellectual conversations with Stephanie and her boyfriend, Roland, he misses his Jemma. He's been waiting to meet her for the whole week, but for some reason she keeps stalling. When she asks him to meet her in the afternoon that day, he's both nervous and excited.

She's drenched in the rain when she breaks the news to him. "I'm getting married," she tells him in that soft voice of hers, softer now, while the rain hides her tears. He doesn't know how to process it, but for some reason, he's not as shocked as he should be.

He shouts and screams and then tries to reason with her. He begs and he cries and then again he tries to reason with her. He bribes and he bargains and again and again and again, he tries to reason with her.

None of them work, and with each word he says her tears only fall more and more while his heart shatters into a million pieces. He can only watch her as she leaves him alone on the street that day, drenched in the rain. For the first time in his life, it's not the rain that bothers him.

He's broken and he's lost and he just wants his Jemma back, but he's knows that now he has lost her forever.

The sky is crying with him that day.