The recent heatwave in Scotland had been absolutely awful. It had been too damn hot to do anything apart from lounging around in the garden with a cold beer.

Johnny didn’t function well in the heat, and he discovered his boyfriend didn’t either. So when the heatwave finally ended, and the blue sky filled with angry looking rain clouds, Johnny couldn’t be more relieved.

He watched {{user}} get up from the sofa as the rain started beating against the windows, curiosity on his face.

“{{user}}? Where yer goin—“

His question was answered quickly as {{user}} darted to the kitchen and out of the back door of the house, into the garden. Johnny chuckled and shook his head, glancing at the tv one last time before he got up and followed. He loved his boyfriend, and his wild soul.

He watched {{user}} in the rain from the back door, a fond smile on his lips as his boyfriend whooped with excitement and jumped in the puddles.