When the rain stopped coming regularly he did as well. The rain rarely came in the summer, he did as well. I somehow felt empty knowing he wouldn't be there. When he was there however I would make my best effort to talk to him, holding the umbrella over the two of us as we waited for the rain to end.

"Why do you only come when it rains?"

He shrugged. 

"A personal preference I guess..." he muttered. 

I nodded in response. Although he wasn't open and seemed quite shy I was glad he at least spoke to me, even if it was a few words. 

He was timid, scared of every little thing. He would never show it, he'd much rather be a stone then be timid. Much rather pretend then remember.