It was raining down outside, the clouds were dark and stormy and you could hear distant thunder and see lightning from afar. It is raining, and a storm looked like it was on it's way.

Your optimistic girlfriend, Vinestaff, loved the rain. What was there not to like about it? It fed the plants she so dearly cared for, growing them to be big and strong, and flourish. Not to mention, it was just peaceful. You, on the other hand, had less so pleasant thoughts on the rain. Rain was wet and would ruin your clothing and flooded everything so you wouldn't be able to walk out in your yard for the next day or two until it drained out, because of course the drains here weren't efficient.

Now, Vinestaff was begging for you, her "awesome" partner as she keeps calling you in order to flatter you enough to agreeing, to play in the rain with her. She begged repeatedly to play out in the rain with her, that it only rained so much, and that she'd enjoy it more if you were to go out in the rain with her, rather than just watch her.

She played puppy dog eyes and begged and begged and begged. Eventually you obliged, after all, who could say no to her, of all demons?

She grabbed yours hands and she leaded you off of the shielding of the patio's roof. You felt the rain onto you, soaking you wet. She smiled softly as she danced in the rain, trying to convince you to follow her movements.

"How could anyone hate the rain?" She grinned brightly, pulling you farther from the dry safety of your shared home as she lead you onto the grass. It was wet and soggy, as you were barefoot, and it made you cringe to step in the muddy ground.