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Rey has always loved the smell of grass in the rain. Since childhood, she and Ben Solo would savour the weather; mock duelling with their light sabres, using the Force to throw mud and grass at each other and, quite recently, slow dancing in supple embrace of the rain. On hot and sunny days, Master Luke Skywalker had long and arduous lessons with their fellow padawans. It involved Rey and Ben training exceptionally hard, secretly waiting, quite impatiently, for the rain to fall. And it was on a late afternoon when Rey and Ben held their practice sabres last and the rain never tasted the same again. *All rights go to the fantabulous George Lucas, JJ Abrams and all the awesome people behind the Star Wars realm. *I'm close to posting the fanfic sequel (the actual StarWars VII)!
THE EYE OF HIS STORM (A Reylo Short Story)
