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“I hate the rain.” Crowley grumbled as he leaned his forehead against Aziraphale’s bookshop door.
“Oh stop complaining,” the angel tutted, “it’s barely drizzling - and a little rain never hurt anyone.”
“Tell that to Noah,” Crowley retorted. The June sun shone, despite the pattering on the roof and watery pavement. “There should at least be a rainbow.”
Azi walked over to Crowley, “You like rainbows?” he proceeded to snap his fingers.
“It’s… a perk of earth.” Crowley stated, trying covering his blush: seeing the rainbow his angel just miracle-d for him above.
Crowley gently kissed the angel’s cheek in return.