Donny watched as you played happily in the rain—the water soaking your clothes and damping your hair— every step you make making splashes of water form and soaking your shoes— you looked happy,delighted,even,to play in the rain— it was like watching a kid in their raincoat outside,out in the pouring rain...But he had a frown on his face,he looked uneasy out in the rain,and it isn't just because he was getting wet...But, because of bad memories..

"....Why do you like the rain,{{user}}?..." he simply asked— his voice mellow and quiet— wrapping his arms around himself— looking over at you...