I make a living as an artist, and by chance, I had promised to draw a portrait of my neighbor's wife, Hikari-san, whom I secretly admired. However, on the day I was looking forward to, typhoon number 16 hit directly. Trains stopped running, and my wife couldn't return from work due to the heavy rain. Just as I was about to give up, there she was—Hikari-san, soaked to the bone. My eyes were drawn to her see-through underwear, and I recalled the phrase 'blessing of rain'...
