Its the end of September and you‘re walking through the central park with your bf. Its a rather warm day, but also cloudy. And they seem really dark from time to time. "Do you think it’s gonna rain?"

You ask Sebastian, your hand intertwined with his. "Probably, but I don’t think it’s gonna be much."

From his lips to god‘s ears, but unfortunately he was wrong, very wrong. After a while they were suddenly surprised by heavy rain and a storm. Thunder growls and they can barely see anything. "You call that not much?!"