Note: I wanted to write a songfic with dodie's first song (totally not because this is my first songfic, ahahaha why would you even suggest that?). In other news, I changed my username [insert dani snot on fire joke] from 'inspirational talent' to "Twisted Storyteller' because I feel like it represents me a whole lot better. (fun fact, I made my account on May 2017, and my first user was). ALSO, I'm having massive writer's block for Looking for Afterlife, so I'm taking a short break. ahaha, this is what people say when they never want to come back to a story again. It's because a chaptered story is far too much work for an inexperienced person like meeeee (help). I mean, you can tell how inexperienced I am by this thunderstorm of an author's note, but I just have a lot of things to say! Brace yourself for the author's note being longer than the fanfiction. I have one more thing on my mind before you can read the fic though! I WANTED TO EDIT A PICTURE FOR THIS STORY, BUT MY PHONE IS BROKEN AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO MAKE AN EDIT ON A COMPUTERR (can you even make one on a computer) SO SORRY ABOUT THAT (doubt it would've been good anyway, so you aren't missing out.) Before I scare all of you of with this 1,000 word author's note...I RELEASE YOU FROM MY GRIP TO GO READ IT... AFTER THIS MINOR WARNING

WaRNiNG & Disclaimer: angst, curses, suggestion of sex, and alcoholic drinks (it's rated T for a reason). I do not own Rain or Dan and Phil :)

I'm so angry, I'm finding it hard to breath
To control myself
I just want to scream out loud
Show the crowd I'm so angry

Dan hurriedly picked himself up off of the floor, hoping no one had seen his small existential crisis moment in the corner. Well, he had been rocking back and forth for about half an hour, so maybe luck wasn't going to be on his side today.

The teen took a deep breath and dragged his heavy feet across the white tiled floors of the supermarket. What had he come to get again? It didn't matter now, nothing did. Not his scuffed shoes or the people giving him odd stares.

But while it's raining, I can cry
Cause no one will know if they're tears or from the sky

Rain fell tirelessly from above as Dan exited the store, and although it was a heat of the moment decision, Dan was quite glad he had decided not to hail a cab. The gray hoodie he had pulled on that morning was soaked through in an instant.

While he walked, Dan let himself go, allowing the stress of the past few days catch up to him. And as each memory flashed past, Dan felt himself break a little more. He began to cry.

So I say rain, rain on

"You're the only one who understands my pain," Dan whispered into the rain. "Everybody else thinks I'm dysfunctional."

Rain, rain harder

"But it's not my fault."

I wanna see lightning

"It's not my fault that I'm like this."

I wanna hear thunder

"It's not my fault that I'm broken."

It's so infuriating bottling it up
Hiding it away with a smile on your face
Oh they have no idea what's behind that grin
Till you go outside cause you can't keep it in

Phil's mind was buzzing with thoughts about his family. It was only a week ago that his brother had told him that his grandmother had gone missing. The young uni student couldn't have just taken a break from school, it was almost just getting stressful, so when one of his friends invited him to a party, Phil thought it would be a good distraction.

It was not a good distraction.

"Heh heh, yeah." Phil forced a smile, slightly scared of where this conversation was going. Charleya, one of the "hottest chicks" as people called her, had somehow managed to find Phil attractive under the dim light of the house.

"So, you wanna," she winked," take it to the bedroom." Seriously?! Phil's grandma was probably out there, suffering, and this girl was thinking about sex? Before he could stop them, the 'what ifs' began to occur and he was out the door, tossing his untouched alcoholic drink back onto the refreshment table.

And it's raining
Thank goodness for the roar
As it comes pouring down

The street was vacant, most likely due to the pouring from the sky, but Phil took this as a blessing. He really needed time alone, and time to think.

I can kick
I can scream
I can shout

He needed time before the rumors of 'Phil Lester fucking dumped Charleya Castin? What a dick!' began to spread through social media. Phil's slow walking soon turned into a jog, and then a run.

Let it rain on

Finally, after a few weeks of stored emotions, Phil let them all out. The wind battered at his loose T-shirt, but the cold didn't sting. He could hardly even feel it.

Rain, rain harder
I wanna see lightning
I wanna hear thunder
Oh ooh

The unsuspecting uni student continued jogging down the street, unaware of the rain—tears in his eyes. Unaware of the dark blob he was running towards.

Why do people complain

In that moment, two boys' problematic worlds collided into one.

There's nothing wrong with the rain

A new universe was born.

It washes everything away

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Clearing my mind

"I-it was partly my fault as well."

I'm no longer blind

"What's wrong? You're crying."

I can see

"You are too."

So I say
Rain, rain harder

This was the story of how two awkward guys met when they thought that their worlds were ending. They were wrong. Yes, the past few weeks had been rough for them both, but the rain heals.

I wanna see lightning
I wanna hear thunder

"You know why I'm glad it rained so hard the day we met?" Dan asked his boyfriend eight years after they had met.

Rain, rain harder

"Why?" Phil replied.

I wanna see lightning
I wanna hear thunder

"Because then, I never would have met you."

I wanna hear thunder