The city under the rain was divided into different shapes by various desires. Lorenzo walked down the street with an umbrella taken from Buscalo's house.
Shop doors were open along the street, and sounds from radio stations played inside. There were singing, political commentary, and weather forecasts; these sounds blended into an exquisite melody, echoing amidst the raindrops.
Looking at the pedestrians, their faces were veiled by the rain into hazy images. Everyone seemed like a shadow moving forward, isolated by the heavy rain. The mellow tune continued, and someone speculated that the rainy season would soon end, followed by the joyful beat of drums.
In the cool air, Lorenzo managed to relax a little. The radio host had the voice of a charming lady. She said that according to Old Dunling's seasonal calendar, the rainy season should end within the week. After that, civilian airships would begin their first trial run, and people could book tickets to ride into the sky.
