"Sorry, love, evil doesn't wait for sunshine and roses."
"I'm going to get pneumonia waiting for the postal service to plan their next attack." Dawn shivered and drew her coat tighter, blowing a droplet of water from the tip of her nose.
"Looks that way."
"Well, this is one delivery that won't go through." She shook her head and grabbed a weapon. "Ouch. Bad puns, let's just hit them before it gets any worse."
spikedawn — challenge #6: weather
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