[ By this point Peter has gotten used to the constant rainfall -- it had started off as hardly anything, but was clearly intent on sticking around and gaining momentum, turning into a steady shower by the time that the teenager decides to venture out of his home.
Umbrella in hand -- and, of course, in use -- Peter weaved his way between the few others caught out in the rain. Most like himself had some sort of shelter from the rain: an umbrella, a heavy raincoat, even a few folks hurrying by in ponchos.
That is until he comes upon a girl barely keeping dry under the cover of a brightly colored jacket. If she isn't already soaked, then it's only a matter of time before she is.]
It's raining. [ Quite the observer, Peter Parker. ] I mean, [ This time with a little more tact? ]
rain rain go away
Umbrella in hand -- and, of course, in use -- Peter weaved his way between the few others caught out in the rain. Most like himself had some sort of shelter from the rain: an umbrella, a heavy raincoat, even a few folks hurrying by in ponchos.
That is until he comes upon a girl barely keeping dry under the cover of a brightly colored jacket. If she isn't already soaked, then it's only a matter of time before she is.]
It's raining. [ Quite the observer, Peter Parker. ] I mean, [ This time with a little more tact? ]
You're getting rained on.
[ Or not. ]