Lucifer never cared for rain, why would he? It's not like it mattered for him whenever it was raining or not. It didn't affect him, he couldn't get sick.

Lucifer didn't usually care for others in general either. Until Dante showed up, all handsome with unstable powers from an obsessive God, and he somehow ended up stuck with him.

Tonight, however, he cared for rain. And as always, he cares for Dante. The two of them are on Lux's rooftop, with his boyfriend tucked under one of his big, white wings, shielded from the rain that Dante himself caused after a rather unpleasent meeting with their ex. Lucifer looks at him and arches one eyebrow, taking a sip of his wine. "Any better, darling..? You've been sulking for a while, getting the rain so heavy." He points out, gently pushing a stray piece of Dante's hair behind his ear.