"Butch! Look!" I pointed out of the Raider tent. He looked up from the 3rd whiskey bottle he was shoving in his coat.

"What?"

"Its...water." I said again. I knew this was called something, but I couldn't think of the name right now. Water Drops fell from the sky, slowly at first, but then began to pick up speed. I stepped a bit closer to the door. Was it safe? Was this water just as radiated and polluted as the stuff in the bay? Was it even really water? Butch came up to stand next to me.

"What is that stuff?"

"It...uh...They told us about it in school...in the vault. It used to happen all the time."

"Like I paid attention in school."

"Its apart of the weather...uh..." I racked my brain for the answer. "RAIN!" I blurted a bit louder than I meant to. "This stuff is- Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Its wet..." Butch stated as he stuck his hand out.

"Stop that." I pulled his arm back inside the tent. "It could be dangerous or something." I started looking his arm up and down or any...damage I guess.

"It's just water. Sense when are you a scaredy cat, nosebleed?" I frowned, letting go of his arm. This was something you couldn't fight with bullets. If this 'Rain' was different now, more dangerous then what they told us in school, we're screwed.

"WHOOO!" I blinked. Butch was gone.

"What the HELL are you doing idiot!?" I looked to see him outside of the shelfer of the tent, the raindrops instantly soaking him.

"Its feels nice!" He stretched, he even laughed a bit. The water washing away the dust off his face. "Come on!" He turned towards me. I crossed my arms.

"No way...Your hairs gonna be ruined." I pointed out in hopes of getting him back inside.

"Enough about my hair. Are you coming, or do I have to come back in and get you?" He grinned.

"I thought you were the one who hated the outside..." He didn't comment as he trudged over to me. "No...What...What are you doing? Butch- BUTCH!" I cried as he picked me up. He was soaked. I shivered as He tossed me out of the tent and into a puddle. "Dick!" I cried as I felt the water seep in between my armor. He laughed.

"See? Its not that bad out here! What ever this stuff is, The Butch-man likes it!" He swept his hair back a bit, like I predicted, his hair do was starting to deflate a little. I frowned, then flicked my hand up to splash him...it got him right in the face. "HEY." I laughed at that and stood.

"Oh no you don't!" I yelled again as Butch lunged for me, dodging, I kept running. The wastes in a weird place. I'm sure its the only place where you can kill a whole camp of raiders, then stop and play in a few puddles on your way out. We were soaked to the bone by the time the rain started to slow down, But I felt refreshed and giddy still. I don't think I had laughed or smiled that much in the whole time I'd been in the wastes. At first I didn't know what to think about the rain, but now, I never want it to stop.