Dessert Storm

(No, that's NOT a typo! I do mean "desserts" as in "sweets" :D)The rain was a slight drizzle on that day, spring-driven clouds weeping at the edges between swaths of uncharacteristic blue. Blooming green, verdant, telling tales of sky and soil, it was the only type of rain that could be happy instead of dreary, really, and it would make good environs for a short story.John is in London after being discharged from the army. He has his pension, part-time work at a florist’s, and has been assigned to his secondary job, writer, until he can take up locum doctor work again. Things are looking up. Really.--------Please note: synaesthesia is a benign brain condition in which two or more senses are mixed up--i.e., one may hear tastes or feel numbers (the most common form is grapheme-color synaesthesia). John has general sound-color synaesthesia--he hears colors. Synaesthesia is a fascinating condition and I highly encourage the reader to research it, but a PhD in synaesthesia is not necessary to enjoy this fic!For hiatustory's April challenge, Different First Meeting! https://hiatustory.tumblr.com/