It poured down around them, blacking out the sky and blurring their vision as the water fell into their eyes. But the enemy was broken and down. The rain was washing it away.
It didn't wash away death or grief. It washed away tears and blood. It didn't change the fact that teammates were dead. It didn't change the fact that lovers were dead.
Wesley...
Angel stood next to him in the alley. They looked to the horizon and saw the break in the clouds, the daylight managing to stream through it. They shared a look, a tick of a smile over Angel's lips.
"Looks like blue sky."
Spike nodded and they moved to gather and save the survivors.