Drabble: Summer Rain

Author: williz

Summary: Another AWE countdown drabble. This time, we'll call this "Summer Rain". Enjoy it, will ya? Definitely Willabeth.

Disclaimer: I don't own William Turner or Elizabeth Swann. I own the rain though, bitches, so WATCH the eff OUT! Mother Nature aint got shit on me!

The soft pitter patter against the roof was driving Elizabeth Swann up the wall. It was summer. Yes, this was London, and yes, London was gloomy, but why in summer was it raining? Yes, it was only drizzling, but why?

It was just enough rain for the airport to say no flights were landing in London's International Airport until it died down. And who knew when these ridiculous rains would let up?

She stared at her cell phone, which she had just snapped shut, turning to look outside at the rain and glare at it. She was looking forward to Will's return from New York, where he had been advertising and showing his work for the rich American men there.

And he had been gone for far too long.

An entire month he had stayed, calling her three to five times a week. That never being enough, she would beg for him to wait for her while she bought a ticket to New York and met him.

He would always argue with her, telling her it was pointless. And he said they needed to learn how to live without each other always being connected at the hip.

And he was supposed to fly in today, but didn't. The rain delayed his flight. He had just called her, the disappointment evident in his voice. She heard how tired he was, and could just picture him disheveled in his coat, his long, dark hair mussed and his face covered in hair, circles under his eyes.

She longed for him.

But the stupid summer rain denied her his warmth, once again.

She turned from the window, disgusted, and dropped the blinds down again, hearing the shuffle of them and bang as they hit the window sill. Going into her room, the young woman lay on her bed and just stared at the ceiling.

An hour later, she was roused by a knock at her apartment door.

Growling in annoyance, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up, not even bothering to smooth her wild, long honey locks of hair. As she opened the door, her features turned from annoyance to absolute excitement and surprise.

"Will! Oh my God!" She jumped in the air and he caught her, dropping his bags at his feet and turning his face into her hair, a large grin plastered on his features.

"Elizabeth, I missed you," he breathed, squeezing her tighter.

She pulled back, tears in her eyes as she beamed lovingly. "I missed you t—Hey, wait!" She exclaimed, tilting her head in confusion, still a foot off the ground as he held her close. "You were in New York an hour ago!"

"No I wasn't."

"You said you were," she said, pouting her lips and narrowing her eyes.

"I wasn't, though. I thought it would make your greeting that much better."

"You cad!"

They kissed again and again, Will halfway in her apartment, his bags still at his feet. He had been tired and frustrated on the phone, but as his lips pressed against hers, he realized he would never feel the same way about anything or anyone, the way he felt about Elizabeth Swann.

And as the door shut, bags in the apartment, the summer rain pattered against the window with soft clicks.

(A/N:) And then we all sing "Let's get it oooooon! AAAHHHHOOOOO!!! Leeeet's get it oooo-ooon!! We're aaaalll sensitive people..."

Aaaaand cut.