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The weather situation on this planet was getting out of hand. Lovas had only been here for a handful of moon phases, but he was starting to understand that every single shift in atmospheric conditions was doomed to be uncomfortable. Freezing and slippery, or cloudy and blustery, or more recently, hot and sunny- his least favorite (he was told that it was strange to be so hot this early in the year, but Lovas would've found it uncomfortable at any point).

There were very few such shifts on his planet. Eternally dusky, with temperatures between chilly and freezing. Not the most hospitable, sure, but Lovas at least knew what he was getting each and every day. Here? Not so much.

The conditions of the day seemed to be wet and dark. It wasn't the first time it had rained since he'd come to Earth, but he did consider it the most bizarre occurrence. He couldn't remember a time it had rained even once on his planet. At least, not while he was in the presence of it. And not anywhere he'd seen evidence of, either. There was very little wet at all, on Lovas. Minimal vegetation, no liquid pockets in the earth, and air so arid that his people had developed physical traits to avoid the necessity of drinking anything at all.

And here, water just fell out of the sky at seemingly random intervals.

Lovas had been out and about, as was his norm- there was much to see and experience on this planet, and he could do that while keeping his senses open for whatever putrid, vile poison needed to be eradicated. His 'patrol' had started dark and windy, but dry (mostly- it was only damp enough in the air to frazzle his curls). But by the time he'd made it far enough to be inconvenient to trek back home, the rain had started to fall. First in tiny, sparse droplets.

And then torrentially. Quick and heavy in thick, fat droplets that made it hard to see more than a few paces ahead. Lovas sought what cover he could beneath the sweeping, albeit mostly winter-bald, branches of one of the many great trees in one of Destiny City's many parks. Since it was such an unusual phenomenon for him, maybe he should simply... sit and wait it out. It didn't seem to want him to leave, if making it difficult to see or hear was any indication.

That there was a warm energy signature nearby immediately brightened Lovas' mood, despite the dark, foggy, wet atmosphere. He turned toward the voice, and... well, he wasn't sure he could identify anything non-human about the other Senshi by squinting through the rain, so he greeted them as he would any other he'd met.

"Yes!" He called back, voice low and booming like the thunder that rippled through the air around them intermittently. "Perfectly okay! But this phenomenon is so strange to me. It probably rained on my world... once every few years or so? And that was before the Chaos! Now? Almost never. But it rains all the time here! How can people put up with it being so wet for so long..." As if to punctuate its presence, a particularly fat rain drop fell from the branches above and landed squarely in the little divot beneath his eye. Lovas' huffed and recoiled, shaking his head to clear the wet away.

Nevermind the rain, there simply wasn't much water on his world to begin with. No pools, no fountains, no rivers, no puddles. His people had even grown the means to go without drinking anything at all for many, many months at a time.

It was a bit strange that such a necessary part of his biology on his world was so completely useless on this one.

Useless or maybe even a bit of a hindrance? Just another facial pocket for debris to find its way into. Lovas grumbled as he smeared a thumb as delicately as he could around the edges of the glands on his cheek, wiping wetness (and whatever it caught on the way down to him) away as best as he could.