Wapun Meadow Paint young honey, face so sunny, ain't that funny

Phoebus kept his gaze out, past the curtain of rain. Sure was a lot of it, and he wondered if it would stop before flooding up the place. He hoped so. What a way to go, stuck under this tree.

"Phoebus" he finally said, after a rather long pause. "What are you doing, all the way out here? In the rain? Got a pack near?"