I never understood the boy that would stand outside in the rain for hours. I never understood his purpose, why risk getting sick? It didn't matter if it was a thunderstorm or a light drizzle, he was always there standing at the street corner whenever it rained. The same expression always plastered on his face, never once changing or fading in even the slightest of ways. His expression was always blank, the look in his eyes however was one of sorrow, desperation, and regret. No one looked at him as they passed, never once looking in his direction and uttering a word to him. He always came without an umbrella, allowing the rain to soak through whatever it was he wore that day. It didn't matter how long it rained, he was always there until it ended. When the rain did end he would just disappear.