Autumn Rain - Harry Potter
Harry didn’t like it when it rained.
Especially not the hard, cold, biting rain of late October. The weather that should have been mild and wispy was proving to be a liability. England was no longer the land of grey drizzle; it had become the rock of storms, or so Harry thought as he trudged briskly along puddle-riddled pavements.
Every fat raindrop served to remind him of the many reasons why houses were good; even his house at Grimmauld Place. He may have defeated Voldemort, but he was still no match for the weather.
With a smile, he stepped inside.
Especially not the hard, cold, biting rain of late October. The weather that should have been mild and wispy was proving to be a liability. England was no longer the land of grey drizzle; it had become the rock of storms, or so Harry thought as he trudged briskly along puddle-riddled pavements.
Every fat raindrop served to remind him of the many reasons why houses were good; even his house at Grimmauld Place. He may have defeated Voldemort, but he was still no match for the weather.
With a smile, he stepped inside.