Companion piece/sequel now up, titled Sun.
Not really sure where I was headed with this but I wanted to try something Merlin. I've read way too many of them recently.
It was a dreary, wet day in Camelot. The rain had started sometime early in the morning before the morning bells rang. Surely that meant something disastrous was coming? When had it ever rained without some full of themselves sorcerer or some supposed non-existent mythical creature deciding Camelot looked ripe for the picking, or picking off as the case may be? He sighed heavily. There was nothing for it but to wait for the latest would be killer to come out of the woodwork. In the meantime there were daily duties to be taken care of.
He shifted uncomfortably, his clothing having become damp when he'd wandered out into the rain for a minute from boredom. Three days later and it still poured. It didn't even look like the clouds were close to finishing their downpour of water. They looked as black as they had the first day they'd been seen. If this kept up they wouldn't need to wait for someone or something to come after them, the rain would see every crop ruined and every building flooded. Moral had already dropped in the face of the grey view that was available.
That was it! Why hadn't he seen it before? This unnaturally long rainfall was the work of some creature or sorcerer looking to demoralize and weaken the city's forces through sheer depression due to the gloomy atmosphere that saturated the city and surrounding towns. Well it wouldn't work! He'd figure something out, after all he always did.
I'm not sure whether this was supposed to be Arthur or Merlin thinking this and I'm the one who wrote it so feel free the think of it as either. Short and somewhat abrupt at the end but not bad altogether considering what I was working with to make this.