What Author Wrote:

The thunderous clouds were knitted together in the vast sky, covering them in a beautiful shade of dark. The rain drops began to fall on the ground, Making the soil wet. YN inhales the smell of the wet soil which she always enjoys stepping out of her house, Splashing and having fun in the rain while Minho leaned across the door frame, his hands crossed and a smile on his face, admiring his girlfriend play around along with how perfectly the fabric of her dress hugs her curves, outing her flawless body.

What I understood:

Its time for the fucking storm to come there and YN's mental age is 5 and Minho is horny as hell. And I am not YN, because dude

I aint curvy.