Someone up there must really be angry, he mused.
 
He adjusted his unfaltering gaze to the scene in front of him:  just pouring rain from the sky, rushing waters down the street, and trees flailing around from the sheer force of the elements.
 
Oh wow, what a bright flash! Oh damn, the thunder that bellowed out after. It was quite surprising how this storm held up.
 
He found this storm quite calming actually. He didn't mean for himself to be stuck in this storm, under this bus shelter. Actually he could've been home by now. He had thought about racing it - ah actual claps of thunder, not just roaring now - racing it home but opted out.
 
It would have been dangerous if anything happened along the way. It was dark, that was a given; the rain made everything slippery and despite his balance and abilities he decided not to risk it.
 
So there he sat waiting, not sure for what quite frankly, nor how long. But he sat, cross legged, on the bench inside the bus shelter. He was lucky - he thought. He had eaten before getting outside, so hunger wasn't a problem. Sure it was raining like no tomorrow, but he was warm.
 
It wasn't as if he was bundled up. He only had sweats, a hoodie and a light jacket on. It was the fact that the rain wasn't cold. It was just rain.