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The rain[written by yours truly, @insertamazingusername on Discord]Rainy days had a really nice atmosphere to them. Poe adored them. He adored them a lot, actually. The certain calmness of thick drops of water against the roof, sounding like a soft lullaby, sung by a loving mother, the warmness and comfort his won blanket offered.Or how through opened windows, a wet, mossy smell would thicken the air. That smell, which was neither uncomfortable nor bad: quite the opposite, actually.Peaceful was maybe the best way to describe rain, according to Poe. Nothing could ever interrupt the pure beauty of heavy drops falling down, and the softness and peace it offered.The best thing about rainy days, though, wasn't the smell, or the sound. Neither was it his bed seeming so much more comfortable than on sunny days.No: it was situations he would connect to rain.Situations like evenings, in which Poe was calmy writing a novel in his office, putting his ideas and fantasies onto paper while just listening to the dabs of rain on his window. There wasn’t any more reassuring music than the soft drops of water against any surface.Or these nights, in which the rain had created an opportunity and reason for him to be closer to a certain short haired detective. In which nights he was able to hug Ranpo, warm him, put a blanket over the two of them: and all that without having to give a good reason of why he felt the urge to cuddle up. Ranpo would just let him: actually, appreciating the warmness Poe could offer him by doing so.Yes, Poe really liked the rain.