I’ m feeling unmotivated to work on my WIPs, and decided to try to spark inspiration by writing random Arya and Gendry drabbles so enjoy another short drabble about my favorite pair! :)
      Arya heard the rain before she saw it.
      “Is that?” Arya asked her maid before running toward the window. She smiled at the downpour. The Stormlands had been experiencing a drought for the past half a year, which was odd since it usually rained at least once a day.
      Arya ran outside, leaving the warmth of the castle instantly to feel the rain against her skin. She opened her arms wide and twirled around, looking up at the sky to see the dark clouds. Arya closed her eyes, simply feeling the raindrops fall on her face as she laughed and smiled.
      Arya opened her eyes to see Gendry staring at her from the entrance of the forge. He watched her in awe as she continued to dance around, jumping into puddles to create big splashes. She felt like a child again.
      Arya grinned at her husband, who started to run over to her.
      “What are you doing outside in the storm? You will catch a chill.”
      “It would be worth it. I have missed the rain.”
      Gendry laughed at her comment since Arya usually complained about how often it rained, but its absence has seemed to spark a new appreciation for it.
      Arya looked up and pulled Gendry toward her, kissing him as the rain continued to pour on them. Gendry reciprocated the kiss, leaning down and placing his hands through Arya’s soaking wet hair before he grabbed Arya’s hand and led them to the empty forge to warm up and get them out their wet clothes.