The rain blows in every direction.
Upwards? Upwards back into the sky.
A random case of rain running amok in space.
Morning. Waking up under a bridge. Have I become a Parisian vagabond? I notice that my feet are still claws, though. There they are. Hi, claws! I grab a bottle and throw it into the river just to hear the sound of it.
Early afternoon. Walking along the river I see it flanked by stones, rusty lengths of barbed wire, foam, reed branches and an undefinable mixture of mud and pigeon poop.
Late afternoon. A burly man with rugged face is hunched over a tiny ice-cream. It appeals to me. But then it starts to rain. It rains almost horizontally, it hits me from the left, it hits me from the right. Going along with this I let the rain push me anywhere, push me home. But it pushes me up, it starts to rain upwards and I’m shot into the sky. I feel mildly not at ease! Wooh!
(Ed: At this point the memory must have gotten the best of him. He ran off and returned 3 hours later with a tacky balloon and lipstick on his face. Thanks for that, it’s impossible to calm him down now.)
Hmm, sounds to me like he needs one of my (patented) “Umbrella Balls”.It is exactly as it sounds.Picture an umbrella that curves over your head and then doesn’t stop.Completely encapsulates you.We have them in XXXXS so I’m sure we could find a size to accomodate our friend.
How do you get into the ball and out? But that sounds good. How much will it cost? Do you accept dubloons?
Velcro opening of course, I would have thought that would be obvious! A zipper would rust.We accept doubloons