LIKE OPENING AN UMBRELLA IN A PHONE BOOTH; NO MATTER WHICH WAY YOU TURN, YOU GET IT IN THE EYE
The air that night had been heavy, dark clouds looming and obscuring the boys' view of moon as they'd rolled out their futons, fought over the position of the bedding, nudged their pillows into place and settled in for the night. The rainy season was one of Gintoki's least favorite times of the year. Rain, no sunshine, rain, no getting to go outside to practice, rain, and rain. Sensei often told them that every season and every aspect of the seasons were part of nature, and were to be respected and honored. Gintoki swore he'd start honoring the rainy season and in return it had to stop making his hair curl even more than it already did.
Clearly the rainy season weather wasn't holding up its end of the bargain, as his hair had curled and become almost impossible to run a comb through in today's humidity. No more honoring the rainy season, he swore as drifted off to sleep. Maybe to make up for it, the storm would merely pass them by and they'd be able to go outside for practice tomorrow.
His first thought that came back into his mind after a particularly loud rumble of thunder roused him from his dreams was that the rainy season really, really sucked. He could hear the rain pounding on the roof in the darkness, and a sudden burst of lightning illuminated the room, dousing everything in an almost sinister light for a split second. Gintoki scowled, burying his face deeper into his pillow. How was he supposed to honor something that wouldn't even let him get a peaceful night's sleep?!
Clearly the rainy season weather wasn't holding up its end of the bargain, as his hair had curled and become almost impossible to run a comb through in today's humidity. No more honoring the rainy season, he swore as drifted off to sleep. Maybe to make up for it, the storm would merely pass them by and they'd be able to go outside for practice tomorrow.
His first thought that came back into his mind after a particularly loud rumble of thunder roused him from his dreams was that the rainy season really, really sucked. He could hear the rain pounding on the roof in the darkness, and a sudden burst of lightning illuminated the room, dousing everything in an almost sinister light for a split second. Gintoki scowled, burying his face deeper into his pillow. How was he supposed to honor something that wouldn't even let him get a peaceful night's sleep?!