While walking toward the origin that started this odyssey of his in a world full of Supernaturals, the rain seems to get heavier and heavier with each step he takes. Droplets of moisture kept wetting his already-drenched clothes.
So much rain is pouring creating long drumming noises from the sheer intensity of it.
Each of the droplets of water that falls from the sky massage the spot of Rex's body that it landed on, one particular big droplet landed right on his forehead before slowly making its way down to his nose temple passing the two glowing iridescent purple eyes.
Purple lines were left on the void that Rex passes, his mind and body are only fixated on Ruston.
Throughout his way back here the rain has followed him constantly without fail, Rex can sense the air blowing his way and pushing the large clouds in the sky toward wherever he goes. It was just like the saying of the old.
The good rain knows the best time to fall.
