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Summer thunderstorms bring rain and Demeter enters with her feet muddy and her hair and dress wet. They're one of the few things that her brother Zeus ever got right.

When she sees Milliways, she smiles as its been too long before leaving a trail of muddy footprints to the outside. The storm doesn't follow her but as she sits in the garden in the fading light, there are a few more clouds on the horizon.

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"I think you would do well in Sweden. The Swiss like their rules too much."

"Oh, I wouldn't be leaving with them," he explains a bit ruefully. "A friend of mine here, Jay-- he set me up with a completely new life in his own world's Berlin, in the year 2009. This is why I need to make sure all my friends will be safe, because I couldn't bear to leave them behind without a way out."

"I know Jay and that seems like him. That's a good idea and no, I couldn't see you leaving them,"

He's loyal and has made a home and not enough people understand that.

"Then you know how utterly good he is," he says. "What he gave me was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. But I would save my friends before I saved myself. I must."

"I do though he doesn't believe it about himself. I know,"

She leans on his shoulder.

"He is a silly boy," he murmurs fondly, worriedly, as he squeezes her hand.

He swallows and looks up at the sky. More dark clouds are rolling in, and right now all he wants is for the sky to break wide open.

The thunder grows louder on the horizon and she follows his gaze, "Do you like storms? They leave the world changed."

He breathes a chuckle.

"I don't really know if I do or not. Rather ambivalent, I suppose. Storms are harsh and sudden and not very pleasant where I'm from. They're things to be avoided, to not get caught in. ...But I've never been outside in a storm here. Maybe it's different."

"Some storms can be awful, but summer storms that appears and bring rain can be wonderful. The worst ones always remind me of my brother's temper, harsh and random,"

The wind picks up and the rain starts to fall.

"Oh, dear, here it comes," he says with a half-laugh in spite of himself as the wind and rain begin to bear down. "I hope this won't be like one of your brother's storms, then."

He cringes when the drops hit his bare arms, soaking through his thin shirt and trousers.

From somewhere, there's an umbrella over them, its green and looks like a tree's canopy, "I'll help you get warm later and no, its not."

The canopy is actually a delightful addition, and a welcome one. For a moment he's happy to sit with her watching the rain fall in sheets and listening to it patter on the leaves.

"Rain never smells this nice in the city, that is for certain."

"I don't spend a lot of time in cities. Rain picks up everything around it and then tries to wash what it can away,"

It can't get everything but the world becomes cleaner.

"Mm, no, I never figured that you did," he says agreeably, smiling lopsidedly at her.

He then reaches out to feel the rain fall on his hand, turning it this way and that. The air is humid but oddly cool, and it feels nice on his wet skin.

"Perhaps I could do with a good washing..."

"Rain is a wonderful feeling on your skin. Don't wash too much off,"

She smiles at him because he uses what other people would call dirty and shows how its life and joy.

"Oh, you could hose me down and I still wouldn't get clean," he murmurs.

Sitting back, he then starts to unlace his boots and pulls them off. Is he thinking what Demeter is thinking?

Demeter laughs and stretches her feet out, her linen dress is already soaked through and clinging to her, "I know."

Demeter's laugh is something straight out of nature, and it goes right to his head.

He rubs his bare feet in the grass, curling his toes in the moist soil. Then, after tugging his shirt over his head and balling it up, he stands, offering Demeter a hand.

"May I have this dance?"

"Of course you can," She stands up to take his hand with a slight bow of her head.

Then with his other hand on her hip, he whirls with her out into the rain. A shout of laughter escapes him as he's drenched, his hair plastered to his forehead, his makeup running down his cheeks, but he keeps dancing with her.

Demeter laughs to see him so happy and kisses him as the rain pours down and the lightning strikes over the mountains.

Their lips meet, seemingly with a flash of lightning. It startles and surprises him, but in a delighted way, and he kisses her again as a rumble of thunder shakes the air.

She takes her time tasting his lips before gently releasing and spinning and coming back to his arms.

Her hair and dress send out a soft spray of water when she spins, and he chuckles brightly as he folds his arms around her again, pressing against her body. His hands skate down her back to grasp her waist. Dipping his head, he kisses her up the side of her neck, his lips as warm as the rain.

She sighs happily at the kiss and moves closer to him with a little shimmy.