In the middle of the night, a trio of friends was in their car, driving at top speed in a residential area. Then suddenly, the skies decided to open fire on the people below.
"Will you slow down?" someone yelled from the backseat.
"Relax. No one cares about the slums either way. Not even the rain, haha."
Jack, the youngest one among the trio, looked out the window. The sky was tar-black, and the large clouds were crawling towards them. He could hear the tapping sound on the window before it became a pitter-patter.
People on the roads ran for cover and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began forming as the rainfall became heavier.
He could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry hornets.
All three of them were pretty drunk. Drinking and driving was a serious crime in Ayran. If caught, they could get into serious trouble.
