Rahn's POV.
It is raining in the woods. Not too much, just what you would refer to as a shower, or a drizzle but it was unexpected. In this side of the world, we don't really look forward to seasons like winter, fall, spring, summer. Today it could be as sunny as ever and tomorrow, a huge typhoon would visit the woods.
I trudge lazily along the wet, muddy path, drenched from head to toe with my hands deep in my jean pockets. I have been walking under the rain for hours, going from one place to another, doing one thing or the other. A few metres away, I spot a shed and hurry to it, shaking the water off my hair and dusting my soaked clothes.
Who knew being under the rain could be this uncomfortable?
Leaning against the bark of the tree, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter.
