Thunder and lightning didn't faze him, he was like a stone wall. I don't know how many hours I've spent just watching him in wonder from my bedroom window. He would sometimes appear wearing a uniform from my school, but I've never seen him around. I only ever see him when it rains, every time across the street under the same street lamp. Never once would he shift his feet, he was a stone that refused to move. No matter how hard the wind would blow he would never move, not until the rain stopped. He was there for a reason, a reason I would never know.