Watching the Rainfall

Ryou always loved watching rain.

Why he didn't really know.

Maybe it was the soft sound it made.

Or the way he could cry and no one would care.

When watching the rain he could pretend that for a moment his dad never forgot him.

And was just in the caught in the rain.

It didn't really matter why he loved it.

But Ryou loved watching the rain.


Yugi hated the rain.

To him it meant long hours of doing nothing.

It meant you couldn't go out and do something.

Or call your friends to come over.

The rain meant having a weight on your chest.

It meant sorrow and sadness.

Yugi hated the rain.


Seto liked the rain.

Maybe it was because he could work with no one saying he should get out more.

Or how he could have hot chocolate with his little brother.

Maybe it was the tradition of watching old movies together.

Or being able to act like a family.

Seto liked the rain.


Bakura loathed the rain.

He couldn't go pickpocket some random person.

And murder them if they found out.

He couldn't do anything.

And he was so very tired.

But he knew why the rain.

Bakura loathed the rain.