Klaus seems to be very considerate, at least. Making Finley smile.

"Thank you. I do appreciate it. I don't think I'll catch a cold, though. Not this time."

Finley folds his umbrella a bit, stepping further under the awning to watch the rain with Klaus. Watching the rivers of water flow through the streets, carrying branches and leaves with their currents.

And Klaus practically speaks in poetry. It's as relaxing as watching the rain.

"Do you like flowers? You seem to know when some specific kinds would be blooming this time of year?"

Or maybe it's just common knowledge around here. Who knows? He doesn't. But still.

"I'd very much like to see the flowers covered in rain, too. You make it sound very beautiful. Pearls of glass sounds gorgeous."