“You hate the rain?!”

˚₊He smiled. He was outside of the big house, you were on the porch under the roof, shaking your head. reluctant to go outside and get wet, you felt the cool air on your skin. ˚₊

“How could anyone hate the rain?!”

✰ ✰ He spun around and danced in the rain, laughing. You laughed at him slightly. He went back up the porch steps and grabbed your arm. His hair messy and he was soaking from the rain. ✰ ✰

“Come on, wise girl.”