“ please tell me you can do something about this. ” he’s drenched to the bone, dripping onto the floor as a hand wipes hair away from his face. he’s still not sure howit happened. yes, he was wishing it was raining, getting in his feelings just a little as he listened to hilary duff’s come clean and staring forlornly out the window, but this wasn’t what he had in mind; as if sensing his distress, the rain cloud hovering above his head crackles and booms thunderous. “ i’ve tried magic. i’ve tried singing ‘ rain, rain, go away ’ and nothing works. i’m about to lose it. ”












