it was the 18th century, France, Versailles, to be exact. The French king was walking outside in the gardens with some men of the court, and advisors. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, thinking it looked a little too dark and grey for his liking. Just as he was about to ask if the others thought it looked bad too, a droplet fell on his forehead. Louis sighed quietly to himself and then turned around, quickly starting to walk back inside the palace.