Yunho hated the rain. It was sticky on his skin and plastered his hair into thin strands on his face.  There was the smell, that moldy stagnant dampness that clung to the ground long after the rain stopped.  But most of all, he hated the rainbows that came after the storm, the obnoxious slash of colors across the sky, as if their stupid cheerfulness was supposed to make him feel better.  Yunho is a troubled foster kid who makes it a habit not to get along with anyone.