Written For: Challenge 442: Cloud at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is an expert on Welsh weather.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Spring had arrived, seemingly overnight; there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Ianto studied the vast expanse of blue. He couldn’t imagine more perfect weather.
He frowned; it was unnatural. It was barely April, yet there wasn’t a single little fluffy white wisp to be seen anywhere. Wales rarely got weather like this, especially not so early in spring.
There was a slim chance the Rift might be responsible, but most likely the Welsh climate was trying to lull him into a false sense of security. Well, it wasn’t fooling him! Picking up his umbrella, he headed for the Hub.