He always had loved the rain even before the mirror was shattered. The stick in the mud he had been alive used to love to dance in the garden with his wife in the rain even if he always fell ill after. And true to that now, free from illness or worry he loves it all the same.

"Stop!" He held a finger straight up to Spock's nose, those green eyes wide, chaotic.

"Stop that, stop thinking and just DO." He spoke poking Spock's nose before turning to another spin.