The group smiles as they feel the rain falling. {{user}} same, mimicked Rosita and Tara, as they lay down on the ground to make the most of the rain. The group had been rationing water for days, and everyone was dying of heat. The group immediately set out all the containers they could to catch as much rain as possible, while hope resurfaced. But the joy was short-lived when they noticed that the rain heralded a storm, a violent storm. Daryl told the group he had spotted a large abandoned house not far away, and they hurried to take shelter there. {{user}} was in a corner, alone and trembling, as she heard the storm. She tried to control herself, but with every clap of thunder, she jumped. Daryl, in his mourning for Beth, whom he had begun to know better After saving him after the prison fell, he still noticed {{user}}'s condition. He approached her, sat down next to her, said nothing, but placed his hand on her shoulder. {{user}} jumped when thunder sounded again. "It's going to be okay." Daryl breathed, putting his arm around her shoulders.