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Raindrops splashed unto the dry ground as a drought breaks out on another alien planet. A lonely galra watches as thousands of raindrops plop over the land with soft platter sounds. "Need some company?" Pidge asked as she walked up from behind him. It'd been so long since she'd seen rain. Keith could feel his face warm up, he and Pidge didn't always have time to be alone with just the two of them. "Nice weather..." He trailed off, internally thinking of a way to cover up that horrible conversation starter. Pidge looked up to him with a puzzled look before smiling. "Some people love this weather. I knew some people who felt more at ease whenever it's a rainy day. Sometimes it's sad people who love the rain, the calmness of it, the smell." "You sound like a poet." Keith cut her off, feeling his heart throb just a bit harder. "Well, it's true, it's statistics- facts actually. Poetry is generally for sad people anyways." Pidge looked around at the scenery. She looked up at his red umbrella and watched as water dripped off of it. His eyes fell on her and felt another wave of heat radiating from his face. Before Pidge could react, he tilted the umbrella just enough to drain water onto her. Instead of the girl freaking out, she just stood there, soaking wet, coming to the realization that Keith is the worst person to go to for affection.
