Angel, It's Raining, Do You Mind?

In Eden, on the wall, six thousand years ago the first rain fell. Aziraphale opened his snowy white wing and held it over Crowley's head. Crowley took a few steps closer to the angel to shelter himself. Now, it's six thousand years hence and it appears Crowley still expects to be sheltered even from the faintest mist.“Angel, do you mind?” asked Crowley.“Oh, right, the pumbershoot,” said Aziraphale, who placed the basket on the ground and opened an umbrella. He picked the basket back up and held the umbrella over Crowley’s head.“Lovely view,” said Crowley. “Seems to have stopped raining Angel.”“Of course dear,” said Aziraphale, putting down the basket again and putting away the umbrella.