[The audio cuts on abruptly, garbled by the sound of splashing water and.. arguing? They don't sound angry, but Franklin and Milo are certainly yelling. Though it might just be so they can hear each other over the gale.]

-'re a fish! How can you not SWIM!?

It's- [garbled]-frent, ok!

W-well we better think of something soon, the water's ri-! [splashing and screaming]

LOOKlooklook, a bench!

Quick, get it be-*

[There's more splashing and crashing before the water-clogged sound clears up. The video flickers on, too. There's not much to see though, just a screen full of bright blue fabric. Milo and Franklin are panting in exhaustion, surrounded by the sounds of rainfall and rushing water.]

...What's that light in your pocket?

Whoops!
[Milo pulls it out and shakes the liquid from the speakers. The screen focuses on his drenched, grinning face; with a despondent Franklin sitting beside him. The pair are floating on a half-sunken bench, each hooking an arm around a streetlight pole to keep their makeshift raft from floating away.]

Heyyy, guys! Some weather, huh?

[Instead of a video of Harley what we see is the view from out her apartment window at the pouring rain and flooding. She sighs happily]

Isn't it beautiful out there?

The chaos of water slapping against every surface, the way the water flows wildly down the streets crashing into cars and trash cans and lamp posts.

[In the street her Bokomon can be seen in a small row boat fighting against the storm]

My partner fighting against the storm to go get me some cookies.

[The boat flips over and he vanishes under the water]

...he'll be OK.

I just love rain soooooo much. It's soothing you know? Like white noise. The perfect way to lull yourself, relaxing, opening your mind and letting the thoughts just drift away till you're not being dragged down by all those pesky worries and concerns and wants and needs.

It's just you and the rain.

And being out in it makes it even better sometimes. Letting each drop bounce off your bare flesh. Soaking into your body, becoming part of you. Washing away your sins and stresses till you're clean and smooth again. Like a doll that hasn't had it's hair or costume put on yet. You could be anything. Anyone you want.

Floods can be destructive, ripping apart your world and washing away anything not nailed down.

But rain can give life and beauty.

Out of chaos, peace is found.

...I really want those cookies. Bokomon better hurry home.

 [Wheeljack could handle snow. It wasn't immediate wetness and if you hurried, you could get out of it quickly. However, no one told him that snow would transition to rain in the span of a millisecond. So he's on his way back from the store (early food run), bags on Sheepmon's horns--when the rain starts to kick in.

And in full force.

When the rain pounds down, Wheeljack drops the D-Terminal in surprise, clicking it on in the process. As for the robot himself, his eyes shoot open wide as the water comes down on top of him. His hands open up, feeling the water pound onto them as he just stands there. 

You isn't really pleased with this either. Within seconds her wool is soaked, and she's back in her Gazimon form. Because wet wool = no thanks.

Sorry, you'll have to carry the bags, Wheeljack.]

.....BOLTS.

[Yep, that was in fact, a robot cuss word.]

[You can be heard whimpering as the rain completely soaks her to the bone, before she's picked up by her 'human' partner and shoved into his coat, zipping it up. He was already dripping with water--it didn't matter. He scrambles to get the D-Terminal from the ground, noticing it's on.]

...So. Everyone else havin' a good mornin'?

[If they're even up. And as you can see, he looks like a ray of sunshine. See: completely pissed off.]

[When the feed clicks on Blackarachnia is standing by the window in her bedroom staring out at the heavy rains. she has her arms crossed and it Dorumon can't be seen. But, the view shifts a little, moving close to peer out the window itself. That should answer the question of where her partner is at least.]

It looks like this slag heap is trying its best to make me feel at home.

Why? Was the weather weird where you were from?

Yeah, it was unpredictable. At least this isn't an energon storm.

[The terminal moves to look up at Blackarachnia who doesn't seem to notice the thing is even on yet. She has her eyes focused on the chaos outside and seems to have a little tighter of a grip on the curtain than one would think necessary.]

You okay?

Yeah. Just memories.

[At that point she glances down at her partner and tenses. Seconds later she reaches down and forcefully shuts off the device.]