A sheet of rain pounds down on you, almost solid in its intensity. You gasp bits of air in between the droplets when you can manage it. 

You think of an entire world of rain, of creatures desperate to eek out a meager existence as the rain pounds down on them with a force near enough to strip flesh from bone. 

Actually.

Is it getting harder?

Are you...bruising?

You need to seek shelter, soon. 

You think to yourself that the Wisp must be somewhere lost in all this. 

After all, it is a rainy day.