rainy days.

Your favourite weather. And no one could ever change your mind on that.

You were sitting by your window sill, silently watching as the rain poured onto the ground. You were wearing your favourite sweater as the smell of your freshly poured tea filled your room.

You were enjoying the satisfying sounds the rain made as it hits your roof—until you noticed your infuriating roommate; Randal.

He was sitting in front of the front yard, with no umbrella or anything to protect him from catching a cold. He was sitting on the ground, his glasses getting wet as his hair started getting damp a bit. His clothes stuck to his body as he looked up to the sky slightly.

You thought he was being a drama king, honestly.