I make a living as a painter, and I promised to draw a picture of Hikari, the married woman next door, whom I secretly admire. However, on the day I was looking forward to, unfortunately Typhoon No. 16 hit directly. It was raining so hard that the train stopped and her wife couldn't get home from work. And at that time when I was about to give up halfway, Mr. Hikari who was soaking wet came. When I was fascinated by Hikari's wet and see-through underwear, I remembered the word "blessing rain"...
