It's always raining in my head.

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[someone's trying to light up a smoke with shaky hands, because it's been a slightly scary night and it's been so long, but when the flame nearly licks his palm, down goes the lighter with a clatter, and crunch goes the filter of the cigarette between his teeth.]

Ah, shi--

[... hello dressing room, you are not the street light he was hovering under.]