A/N- Hello again everyone, I hope you enjoy this as much as my other stories. Please don't forget to leave a review, I appreciate feedback (positive or constructive only please, no flames!) This story is laid out like snapshots of a memory, each poem evoking some lost moments between our favorite king and queen. Enjoy!

Reminisce

A Rain Storm

The rain from blackened clouds

a thousand little diamonds

falling from the sky;

turning into natures mirrors,

as they collect into puddles

"Nala! Nala! Get up!" a youthful voice chimed throughout the echoy cavern, ringing bell-like off the stone walls.

"What the heck are you so excited for?" a little, cream-colored lioness answered in a bored tone. She eyed the golden cub skeptically as he bounded over to her sleeping spot, panting eagerly. Nala really liked her best friend, but sometimes his brilliant ideas were kind of…strange.

"The rain's stopped! We can go outside!" Simba was practically buoyant with the possibility.

"Go on, it'll do you good to get some fresh air," Nalas' mother, Sarafina, encourage firmly.

"But it's muddy out there!" the little lioness whined, her lips stuck out in a pout. Sarafina glanced at her daughter through narrow eyes, her stern face wordlessly stating that her words had been command rather than suggestion. "Fine," Nala muttered, sulking as she trotted after Simba.

"Ahh!" Simba exclaimed, stretching up tall as he took in a deep breath of clean air and let it go. "I love how it smells after a rain!"

"It's still wet and muddy," Nala muttered, face scrunched up in a pout. Her companion quickly twisted his neck to look at her, his aura of happiness fading when he saw her glaring at the stone beneath her paws.

"Come on Nal, it's not so bad," he sympathized. "I'll show you," the slightly bigger cub padded towards the gently sloping ramp that led to the savannah below. Nala sighed, following after him halfheartedly. Blue-green eyes stared at her paws the entire time, barely registering the intricate swirls and ridges of the tan stone that she walked on.

"Oof!" her breath exploded as she stumbled into Simba, growling angrily, "You could have warned me!"

"Just look already will ya?" the prince of the pridelands cajoled, pointing to the ground with a paw. Sniffing irritably, the little lioness shot one last glare at the young male before letting her gaze drift to where he pointed.

"Ah!" she breathed, mouth and eyes both open wide in astonishment—right in front of her paws was the sky.

The normally brilliant blue was washed out from the recent rain, but the gray storm clouds were gone. A flock of savannah sparrows suddenly appeared, dark against the light blue; their twittering and screeching resonating in her perked ears. The little birds swooped and darted, somehow managing never to crash into one another despite the wild antics. One separated itself from the flock; diving low enough that she could see its pale chest speckled in short, brown specks. Suddenly the animal flew just in front of her nose, making the little lioness jerk back in shock. Cheeping and pleased with itself the sparrow flitted back up to the flock, Nala watching it wide eyed. Once more she remembered that she was looking into a puddle and that the real sky was up above her.

"And all you could think about was the mud," Simba scoffed, giving her a cheeky smirk. "Next time just trust me ok?" Nala hesitated before answering, taking in the reflective water that had held her in such a trance. She knew that by the time the sun rose high into the sky it would be long gone, and the memory of the sky falling open at her feet was one she wanted to hold onto.

"Trust you?" she looked at Simba from the corner of her eye. "Ok…but do you trust me?"

"Wha?" Was all the other cub managed to get out before Nala rammed into him. Laughing the little lioness pushed her friend into the puddle, the water spraying up all around them.