If the rain flooded the entire world, that'd be nice.
The rain had been entirely unexpected. We had been making our way to my - no, our - secret hide out when suddenly we had been caught in the downpour. It hadn't started off drizzly, but instead the rain slammed down in thick drops that immediately soaked through our clothes. I didn't mind too much, but I could see Miharu looking at me frantically. I knew he was checking my health.
The rain didn't affect me. It was a warm, summer rain; but it would be the wet aftermath that could worsen my condition.
We ran and ran and laughed a little as we raced through the haze of water, feet splashing into small pools that circled all over the earth. When we made it to the decayed trains, we were panting and dizzy with the fun of it all, grins splitting our faces in the midst of ecstatic chaos. Of course, after stumbling into the stuffy yet dry shelter of a train cab, we both began to wonder if and when it would ever stop.
I wish we had some lemon cider, I thought absently, sitting on a long mottled bench. The warmth of Miharu as he pushed into my side delighted me in the most strange way, and I leaned into his heat. My nose tickled his ear, and he gave me a warning glance.
"You're cold," he stated, grasping at my hands with his. I mumbled an apology, offering him a weak smile, but he shook his head. "You're cold, and you could get sick, and, and...you know what I mean."
It feels nice to know that somebody recognizes my existence.