You stood under the stormy sky, your face tilted to catch the droplets on your skin. You held your arms out and closed your eyes. You opened them and looked to the side to see Ghost in an area shielded from the water, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. "You hate the rain?" you asked, turning to face him. "Yes," he confirmed, staring at the gray sky with annoyance. You tilted your head, your focus now on him. "How could anyone hate the rain?"