Luke nodded looking out the window as he heard the slight patter of raindrops. It called to him like a beacon in the night. "I'm gonna go for a little walk...wanna come?" Luke had always loved to walk in the rain. He supposed it started with fond memories of his parents, playing with him out in the rain. Back then he had been a romping, laughing four year old...with no cares in the world. After they died, he had taken to walking in it. In his child's mind he assumed that the light gentle rain was just a soft reminder that his parents were still watching over him, still nearby though he couldn't see them. To be sure Aunt Lavinia scolded at first, sure that the oldest boy would catch his death-a-cold walking around in the rain like that...but he never did. In fact, more often than not, he would return to the farmhouse more calm, if not happier, than when he left it. After a while she stopped scolding, but insisted on Luke taking his jacket with him. It was a habit he still had today as he reached for his jean jacket, the only one he had, tossed in a chair in their room. It was silly to take that jacket really... it soaked up the rain like a sponge. But he supposed it was better than nothing.