There was only one problem with being the king of the hobos in a warm, costal city and that was the rain. It came often and unpredictably in great momentous downpours before clearing up instantly or sometimes drizzling all day without any signs of stopping. Rain was a slick and unpredictable foe as slick and unpredictable as its sibling? the ocean. Someday Wade would fight the ocean.
Now Wade had nothing against the rain, in fact he genuinely liked the rain which was why he was walked in it every day. The problem seemed to arrive after he stopped walking in the rain and was now cold and shivering because of the general lack of body heat. Well Wade didn't really hate cold, dampness either but they were on general warning that he might be tepidly disappointed with them if they caused him to cough up blood and die.
Today he was in the park today. He hadn't actually intended to come to the park today but the rain had started and it being exceedingly cold when you were soaked to the bone had lead him to find shelter instead of going to visit his friend. He had intended to visit Ema. Was that crazy to visit her? Probably but it was okay because they had both agreed that he was probably not crazy. He thought they had they had agreed that at least.
Wade RobinsonMember Since 24 May 2011
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