Qui se souviendra de RAIN?

Somewhere near the Irbyville Triangle the headlights reflect off the wet asphalt in a vivid blur as the evening traffic slushes by under the skyglow. Quitely stands there RAIN, with darkened interiors bathed in violet neon, projecting its beguiling presence into the damp night.
  Down the pike from Irbyville, the Elmgrove Square facility lords over the vast car parks of the area. On the upper levels, high above the chrome and plaster of the aires de restauration, stands RAIN. The picture window here is illumed in purple neon as well. Mysterious and inviting.
  The starkness of each botica lures the eyes of modes nouvelle vague devotees of the Stratum XI-XII timeslice, inspiring social opportunities to bedizen their own idiosyncracies for show, from Primavera Avenue to the Ponce and onward.