A/N: So a little bit of info for reference, I am a total tree hugger, free spirit etc. and whilst living through Michonne I would like to think that she is too; you know in the moments that she is not kicking ass and what not.

"It's great that it's raining, however I hope it doesn't continue to tomorrow. It's going to flood out all of the seeds Maggie planted."

Michonne vision leered towards the steady droplets pouring from the dark and cloudy sky, outside of her and Rick's bedroom window. Rick being the country boy that he was loved having the curtains pulled wide open so that he could view the scenery.

"It'll be alright. It does tend to rain a lot in Virginia, but I trust that Maggie knows what she's doing. She learned from the best." His mind wandering to his dear friend Herschel.

Michonne scooched down in the bed to snuggle closer to Rick when a flash of lightening illuminated the entire room and a gigantic boom of thunder came crashing afterwards. She gripped Rick's arms tightly, pouncing on top of him. Simultaneously, Judith's cries came loud and clear through the baby monitor.

"Uh . . . you never told me you were afraid of thunder, Michonne." Rick smiled down, at the beauty as she loosened her death grip.

"I'm not, the thunder caught me off guard." Her heart still thumped in her chest, attempting to find its regular pace. "I'm going to go check on Judith."

"She's fine Michonne," he whined, "She'll eventually go back to sleep."

"Rick." Her look alone served to chastise him.

Rick couldn't hide his disappointment when Michonne came back into the room a few minutes later with a more than alert baby in her arms. He knew that it would take more than a cute lullaby to get her back asleep, and Rick did not particularly make plans for three at this late hour.

The baby cooed as Michonne sat up in the bed cradling her to her chest. Rick laid there staring at the ceiling as Michonne dove into the Adventures of Peter Cottontail. Rick had heard the story more times than he could stand, as it was Judith's favorite.

The little one pointed at the pictures in the book, as her father sighed hoping he would not have to wait for Michonne to read the whole book before Judith was out again. To his dismay, Michonne was only three pages from the end when she heard the baby's light snores and carried her back to her room.

Along with the Judith, the storm seemed to have calmed. The thunder and lightning ceased, yet drops of rain continued to drum lightly on the roof.

"Come with me," Michonne held a mischievous grin as she held onto the doorknob, waiting for Rick to follow her. His eyebrows perked up as he slid off the bed. He licked his lips as he studied her long legs traveling down their hallway to the stairs. Her round posterior slightly bounced in her thin pajama shorts. Ricks thoughts began to run wild.

Damn, does she want to do it on top of the kitchen table again? It's a little risky trying to get away with this with everyone asleep in the house, but anything for Michonne.

She twisted her body feeling Rick's his stare searing through her clothes. Her hair swung away from her shoulder, uncovering a smirk for the cute cowboy stepping behind her in his white t-shirt and worn jeans.

He got confused once Michonne passed the kitchen table and grabbed the back screen door. "Wait, what are we doing?" Rick asked, his distracted hover altering into a stumble.

"I want to enjoy the rain." She simply responded.

Often times Michonne would sit out on their porch at night in silence before heading to bed, basking in the elements and the night sky. He caught her a few times and questioned where her mind would wander to in those moments of solitude. Yet understanding that she needed her own time to process all of, this, he did not dare bother her. This was the first time he had been invited to this ritual.

She urged Rick to stretch out on the cushioned bench which was sheltered from the rain, while she climbed beside him, resting her temple on his chest. Michonne took a deep breath and curled up closer to him, Rick kissing the top of her head in return.

They sat in comfortable silence as the soft light of fireflies flashed at random across the lush lawn. Rick could hear the melodious chirping of crickets from afar, and if he really strained the faint moaning of walkers behind the walls, but he would not allow that to bother him in this moment.

Michonne broke her silence. "I love how calm everything is at night." She stared off into the distance, as far as her eyes would allow. "At one point I was afraid of it."

Rick slowly caressed her arms as she continued, "It used to equate to sleeping with one eye open, worrisome that walkers would come from out of nowhere. Finding a place to rest, but not being able to because my dreams only reflected the nightmare I was living. At night everything was quiet. Too quiet. Memories of Mike and Andre were louder than anything I could bear. I hated the night, I feared it. But now . . . now I have found so much peace."

She tilted her head up to admire her lover, appreciating how well he understood her, as complex as she was. She smiled briefly before looking back up at the deep purple sky. Grey rains clouds remained clustered competing with the luminous moon. The rain created a smooth refrain with its steady pelting towards the soggy Earth.

"I still reminisce, but I'm at peace."

Michonne held a great infinity for anything related to nature. She truly understood the beauty of Earth and Rick found that absolutely intriguing, especially coming from some former big-shot city lawyer. He almost could not believe her the first time she told him that she was actually a southern girl at heart, having spent many summers on her grandparents farm as a young girl.

Once again she sighed, this time using her bare feet to rub against his. "I wanna feel the rain before it stops, come on." Michonne immediately climbed out of the seat, tugging Rick's arm before being jolted back by his solid posture.

"Chonne it's been raining for a while. I'm more than sure it's muddy out there."

"So? You scared of a little dirt?" Her firm grip on his hand remained, a sneaky smile played at her lips.

Because she was challenging him, he wanted to prove a point by not budging. Therefore she released his hand and inched towards the edge of the last stair of the porch. She tested the ground, poking her big toe into the cold, drenched grass. Its state was not far from what she expected.

Michonne looked over her shoulder and shrugged, "Live a little."

Before he could respond, Michonne leaped from the wooden step, both feet sinking into ground. She lifted her head to the sky, relishing in the cool droplets splashing onto her face, rolling down her chin. Rick watched on in awe of the goddess he claimed as the love of his life. Beautiful could not even begin to describe her. Her long hair whipped around, flinging water at its tips as she pranced around the yard.

At one point she stood still to stretch out her arms and tilt her head back once more, connecting with nature, feeling thankful that she was able to enjoy all it had to offer.

Without notice her legs were scooped up from their former planted position in the ground. She gasped before realizing it was Rick that stalked behind her, whisking her around in his strong arms. They both giggled with complete glee. Eventually he gently released her.

Michonne wiped a wet curl away from his face, his eyes twinkling somehow in the dark. "Looked like you were living too much without me," said Rick.

"Yea?" She blushed, moving to cup his bearded cheek.

She immediately jumped on him, and they both yelled as he lost his footing in the sloppy grass. He fell back with Michonne in his arms and they laughed even harder. Michonne straddled his waist. In an attempt to suppress her hysterics, she bit her bottom lip knowing that as soon as Rick stood up he would have a giant outline of grass and mud on the back of his shirt and jeans.

Rick could not help but shake his head. "I told you it was muddy out here."

She giggled, "You'll be fine. You've been covered in worse."

He could only agree, but now the gorgeous woman covering his lap was distracting him. Her thin pajamas were know drenched and clinging to her as more and more droplets cascaded down her body. The flame of lust reflected his gaze ignited a flame for Michonne. She leaned down and captured his lips. Rick gripped at her thighs as they continued to make out as if it were the first time.

The yells from outside had alarmed Carl and he crept to the window to find the source of the commotion. Of course, it was only his dad and Michonne with their persistent PDA.

"Dorks," he scoffed, before plopping back onto his bed to continue his slumber.