The sky was cloudy grey, and thunders roared angrily from the heavens as people hastily brought out their umbrellas and cursed at the weather, who replied with the rain that started to pour, trying to soak anything under the clouds and create small pools of water that splashed and clung to the clothes of annoyed men and women.

Everyone hated the bother of the rain. But Pewdie knew he didn't. He always loved how the pitter patter of the rain would bring melody to his ears, and when he closed his eyes, he would feel calm, relaxed. Like that melody was a lullaby to his soul.

Of course, that didn't change the fact that he was going to get wet if he stayed on the street appreciating it. So he hurried with the grumbling people to find shelter, holding his jacket over his head.

As he ran to look for shelter, rainwater now starting to wet his jacket, a loud thunder crackled through the sky, followed by a whimper. Was that... a dog? He halted and turned around.

It was very small, probably as tall as a puppy and it had white skin that was soaked in water. It had two legs, but no arms and a single piece of hair on top of its round head. It also had a mouth that slightly trembled and two eyes that were slightly watered and were looking down as its small frame shook because of the thunder and the cold of the rain.

Pewdie felt pity overcome his heart. He went to take the poor thing in his arms but stopped as it trembled even more when he touched it, round eyes now widened and looking up at him in fear as the tears trickled down its cheeks.

He knelt down, not even caring that the rain poured on his clothes and he had dropped the jacket, and slowly reached out his hand. It looked at his hand in curiosity, then glanced up at him, tipping its head to the side.

"Don't worry." He soothed, smiling slightly. "I won't hurt you."

As if sensing Pewdie's comfort in his smile, it smiled back, stepping closer to his hand and touching it with its forehead, then beaming up at him. Pewdie returned and grinned back, thinking of how this little creature could never be any more adorable.

As if to prove his thoughts wrong, it spoke. "Sup?"

"Aww... he's so cute." Pewdie muttered, then suddenly, a realization struck him as he noticed the slight tremble in its voice.

Oh, that's right. It was raining. How could he forget? Genius Pewds strikes again.

He scooped it in his arms, the creature flinching slightly, and took his jacket to protect it from the rain, not bothering to cover himself though. It nuzzled onto his chest as it lay on his arms and soon fell asleep while Pewdie briskly walked to the nearest place of shelter and at the same time being careful not to wake it up.

"When this rain ends, I'll take you home with me." Pewdie said. "You'll be safe with me."