TW: slight mention of floods, mention of thunder and lightning. And video above has sounds of thunder.

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"Rain."
"What?"
Coco looked at her girlfriend, Di.

"Rain. It's..." She trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Magical? Mystical? Powerful?" Coco tried to fill in.

"It's all of those actually. There's just something about it...the way a thunderstorm can freak you out, but a small shower can bring a smile to your face. It can rain hard enough to flood villages, but sprinkle lightly enough where it drizzles your hair like chocolate sauce on ice cream. And it's viewed so differently. Some hate it, thinking it depressing and sad, wanting but to be over. Yet some love it, finding it calming, and sitting out on their porch just to enjoy it."

After a couple moments, Coco spoke up. "It's quite odd, too. Coming down from the sky, it's invisible, but when it lands it's anything but. You can see it accumulate on the street and see it stain sidewalk art. It somehow darkens the whole sky. And it leaves behind an odd, moist smell, that's barely a smell. It's..."

"As hard to describe as rain itself. "

A couple more minutes passed by in silence.

"Hey, Di."

"Yes?"

"What do you think is a 'rainy day'?"

She thought for a moment.

"It's sitting on the porch, or a bench, or the driveway, or really any place outside. It's listening to the pitter-patter of rain by yourself, or with a loved one. It's jumping in puddles, or simply standing still. It's getting soaked, but not caring one bit."

"What do you think?" Di asked the purple-haired girl.

"I think it's staying inside. Curled up with a couple blankets and a friend or partner. Maybe trying to drown out the rain, or maybe embracing it. Watching as the droplets fall down the windows, but still staying warm and dry."

"I like that." Di said. "I like your definition too." Her girlfriend responded.

"You know what's odd?" The blue-haired girl asked.

"What?"

"Thunder and lightning. Thunder is much scarier somehow. It's big, and booming. But it can't do anything— it's just a sound. Lightning, on the other hand, isn't as scary. But it's much more dangerous."

Coco mused for a moment. "Humans are weird."

"Yes, they are."

"Why are we being so philosophical? This is so unlike us." Coco inquired.

Di laughed. "I know. I'm an amnesiac who drinks Capri Sun out of a wine glass, and you're a 'mysterious' writer who drops way to many clues about her identity."

Coco looked at her. "I'm not mysterious?" Di patted her head. "Well, at least they don't know about— Oh. I see what you're getting at."

Di's stomach growled. "Hey, wanna head to Lunar's? I'm getting hungry."

Coco shrugged. "Sure, why not." Then the two walked off into the distance, arm in arm.

It's been raining all afternoon(welcome to my part of the country— where afternoons without rain are simply impossible in summer), so I went in my garage, opened it up, and wrote this. When I started it was pouring, but by the end the storm had passed. And no, I am not going to go over this and edit it. But if you notice any spelling or grammar mistakes, let me know! And I apologize for the odd ending.

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Have a great day/night

-Pencil