Clouds
For a minute I stood staring up at the sky. The clouds were a dark grey and heavy, covering the sky like a blanket and obscuring the moon and stars from view. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the moisture in the air. Rain was on its way. Every sign of it was written in the clouds above my head. For a minute I debated putting off the thievery until another day, one when rain wouldn't get in my way. I decided against it. I needed that drink. After glancing at the ominous clouds, I headed toward the bar.
I'm tired of saying this so I'll say it once more then stop: I do not and will never own Harvest Moon, its characters, plot, or anything related to it. The only thing I own are the games sitting happily on my nightstand. Thanks.