Rain ruins everything. It's dark, stormy clouds brings down wet bullets unto unsuspecting victims. The harsh, wet wind tears down moods and ruins clothes.
John felt a wet tap on his shoulder and looked up. And he remembered he forgot his umbrella at home.
What a stroke of luck.

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Rain | Lennstarr [❓]
Fanfiction» In which everytime John and Ringo meet, it's always raining.