The rain was falling in sheets, a heavy curtain of water that obscured everything beyond a few meters. The wind howled through the streets, carrying the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.
It was almost a pleasant sound.
Maybe she was simply losing her mind. Suffering from some sort of stockholm syndrome for weather. Though she didn't hate the rain, it seemed like this world always had terrible storms instead of pleasant drizzles
She stood at the edge of a worn, stone bridge and stared down at the rushing river below. Normally it was little more than an almost dried up creek. That's what she usually saw when she infrequently passed by the bridge. The rain made it swell to an incredible height. It nearly reached the bridge itself.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, love?" Phoenix stood only a short distance behind her, staring at her as if she'd gone crazy. He was wearing a thick cloak, his hood pulled low over his face, but she could still make out his expression..
