Silver watched as it started to pour heavily. He wrapped his arms around the back of his head. "Man, it sure got a lot wetter."
"You think?" Dry Bowser responded, collecting the souls of the dead Chaos that weren't lucky to escape the wrath of an angry Egg Hammer. "It's been on and off lately."
"Personally, I blame Arceus." Shadow commented, his arms folded as usual. "He likes to sometimes screw around with the weather when he doesn't have anything good in mind."
Silver turned to Shadow. "But why? Isn't there anything more important he can do?" He asked, genuinely curious.
Shadow and Dry Bowser glanced at each other, then back at Silver and laughed. Silver sighed as he shook his head, the rain pouring harder.