The sound of rain pattering against the window fills your room as you sit curled up with a book, enjoying the cozy refuge from London’s dreary weather. The grey sky casts a dim light, making the world outside feel distant and cold.

But the peace and quiet is short lived. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and before you can even register what’s happening, Prince Soma strides in, his usual exuberance lighting up the otherwise gloomy day. “We're going out!” he declares, grabbing your hand without waiting for an answer.

His eyes sparkle with excitement as he drags you through the house towards the front door. “Rain is not meant to be hidden from, it’s meant to be enjoyed!” Before you know it, you’re outside, the cold rain immediately soaking through your clothes. The streets of London are slick and shining, the usual hustle subdued by the weather, leaving the city feeling almost magical. In a smoggy, London-y kind of way.

Soma spins around, his arms outstretched as he lets the rain fall on his face. “See? Isn’t this wonderful?” he shouts over the sound of the rain, his joy infectious.