When the rain is fierce enough, raising your head and facing the rain curtain, you feel an indescribable suffocation, the endless rain washing over your body until you're completely enveloped.
The sound in your ears is all howling winds and thunder, as if it's the end of the world. Yet, even in such a life-threatening situation, people still occasionally curse; for fragile mortals, it's the only rebellion.
Nikola, clad in a striking yellow raincoat, clutched the rope beside him firmly. He usually appeared as a cool and slightly mad scientist, but now he was no different from a street tramp, in a state of disarray, muttering incessantly and cursing this damned weather along with others.
This might be the most intense rainy season in Old Dunling in recent years, continuous downpour accompanied by lightning and thunder.
