Written For: Challenge 531: Rain at tw100.
Summary: It looks like Christmas is going to be a washout.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
‘White Christmas’ was blaring out through the supermarket’s speakers as Ianto wheeled his trolley up and down the aisles, stocking up with supplies for both home and Hub.
In his opinion, there was little chance of Cardiff’s Christmas being anything but grey, judging by the rain clouds hanging over the city, pouring their contents down over everything for the third day in a row. They’d be lucky if the heavy downpour didn’t result in flooding. Not that Ianto had any particular liking for snow, it made Torchwood’s job ten times harder than usual, but he was heartily tired of getting soaked every time he had to set foot outside. At least snow wasn’t quite so wet.
With less than a week to go, despite the festive music and decorations it didn’t feel like Christmas; the spirit of the season was decidedly lacking, no doubt waterlogged like everything else. The other shoppers looked as fed up with it all as he was.
Paying for his shopping at the checkout, Ianto wheeled his heavily laden trolley out to his car, getting drenched in the process; trolleys and umbrellas didn’t mix. What he wouldn’t give for a glimpse of blue sky and sunshine!