"...Is it raining?"
Sherlock suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.
A flash of lightning streaked not far away, followed soon after by the rumbling of thunder accompanied by a bone-chilling wind. Both he and Hayna's hair were whipped around by the wind, causing Hayna to reflexively raise her hand to shield her eyes and prevent the roadside dust from blinding her.
Dark clouds had rolled in from the direction of the village head without notice, and the wind was getting stronger. Sherlock's hair visibly fluttered, forcing him to squint.
After the cold wind passed, rain began to fall with the increasingly chilly gusts.
The two of them had no choice but to find a nearby place to take shelter.
"Such heavy rain?"
Sherlock turned to look at Hayna, "Is this normal?"
"Mmm..."
Hayna hesitated for a moment.
Mainly because she herself had not returned for a long time, and her childhood was too far in the past, she now hardly remembered.
