Friday, a quarter to 6 PM in the afternoon. You're on your way back home from campus, but waterdrops started falling on top of your head. It's raining. And, yes, you have nothing on to cover yourself.

Not even the train station could help you. The rain was harder and harder, and you're late for the train. It's almost 7 PM and you're still outside. So, it leaves you with no choice.. but to...

RUN!

Tomorrow is Saturday, weekend. So you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Besides, you love the rain. You're really having fun. The life of a damsel. Until.. you notice a quite uncomfortable man.

He was holding an umbrella, but.. he's a little afraid to walk. He just stayed there, deadly silent, uncomfortable. So you decided to approach him and cheer him up. After a small talk, you dragged him out of his safezone and asked something.

He hates the rain.

He admitted. No, that was ridiculous. How could anyone hate the rain? You just grinned cheerfully, warm. Coldly warm. Your grin spreads sunshine on his perspective. It softens his features a little. You were so.. ethereal. He was lost.