Bert finally caught up to her, once she'd stopped to embrace the storm. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her wet shoulder, hair straggling in his face and mixing with her sodden curls.

She looked so unlike herself at that moment, arms out like a young maiden's and smile tipped to the sky, soaking wet and as unladylike as he'd ever seen her. And there was something so fresh and appealing about it, Glinda entirely unguarded and girlish.

"If I'd known rain was so kind to yeh, I'd have dragged yeh out into it long a'fore!"