☂ under my umbrella
Of all things, it was raining. For once, the use of a transparent umbrella that was constantly held and open every moment of the day (except indoors, of course) proved to be of normal, logical purpose for this very day especially. That is, Clear did not mind the rain one bit, not even a quarter of a fraction no more. He loved rain, droplets of water that mysteriously fell from the sky above to the ground below and covered every inch of it as far as it was permitted to reach. In essence, rain could be light and friendly, moderate and enjoyable or dastardly and dangerous all at once. It mattered not of what mood the weather was in today; this weirdo absolutely adored the rain.
He extended his arm out from under the shelter of the umbrella, fingertips curled up to the heavens while droplets of rain made both tiny and moderate-sized dots that darkened his gloves to a slightly different shade than the white fabric, the cool moisture appealing to Clear in an intimate way in which he appreciated nature at this point in time while it occasionally occurred one day to the next. This was one change in pace that Clear needed out of the drawl of an after school schedule. Walk aimlessly, nothing new nor special in any shape or form. Rain was the moment of peace and harmony he needed without there being the consequence of obnoxious downpours or dreadful lightning strikes that could prove fatal. As long as Clear had his umbrella, the afternoon to behold was just that much better now that he could experience the rain firsthand without the school policy keeping him indoors.
That song again! I can feel it just like old times all over again!
Clear thought of home, wherever that may reside now, thinking of his precious Jellyfish Song and just how much the rain rejuvenated him to sing that silly old song again. Tilting his head toward the sky, the white haired male begin to open his mouth to allow the song to escape until an abrupt sound that rang in his ears stopped all sound from making its first tune. Another pair of feet shifted in the concrete that was now moist from the rain and it nearly startled every bit of Clear in which he briefly jerked his shoulders upward, immediately turning in the very direction of the sound.
"Wha...!" Through the lenses of the gas mask he still insisted to wear even during this rainy day, he spotted another individual but one who wasn't so fortunate to have an umbrella to cover his head with very much ease. He wasn't exactly soaked to the bone with the light showers and instead had other means to cover his head. However, Clear wanted to be of some use with so much room he had under that umbrella he kept handy. So, after a brief moment of staring, Clear hurried right over to the other, an indigo-haired, younger male, and casually offered his umbrella without a second thought, allowing the small droplets to now dampen his ivory hair and the black rubber of his gas mask.
