RAIN
MULDER
Scully, I'm not certain to like rain, pouring on my face. It remembers me this sad evening I reached Skyland Moutain, to find only a wet Duane Barry exulting like a mad man in a drizzle.
Maybe should I think about the funny cat in Florida, happily remaining in the downpour, staring at me and saving my life from the sea monster ?
SCULLY
Mulder, what I see is a smart handsome man yelling and screaming like a mad man about a nine minutes time loss, not bothering about universal invariants, nor deluges drowning Northwest Oregon roads.
If I let my thoughts lingering, I'm scared to discover once again a sorrowful sick man, snuggled in a tub, shocked and shaking under hot shower pouring on his naked body like a cold rain.
M&S
Let's rather remember our first laughs in a Northwest Oregon graveyard, on a freezing rainy night ! And the way people and this pseudo Rain King mocked us as we stood baffled under a sudden shower !
Above all, we want to remember how it was to wander casually on crime scenes under our umbrellas, bantering and arguing about science and paranormal.
Cherry on top, we'll never forget frogs rain !