You recently began to find comfort in the rain. Some would call it therapeutic, others would call it silly. You called it peace. Sitting outside base on the grass. Legs propped up in front of you, your hair dripping water and your clothing wet. In the ungodly amount of water falling from the sky, you were happy.

“Jesus, it’s pishin’ it doon out here.” Suddenly, there was no more rain, you looked up to see Johnny holding an umbrella over you.

“You’re gonna catch a cold.” he muttered.