Sitting nonchalantly on a bench on a rainy, stormy afternoon seemed relaxing to him, not more relaxing than the embrace of his loved ones, but it certainly helped him clear his mind despite the risks of getting sick. The scent of water filled the air, nothing else was present, it forced his cloak cling to him as it ran down his exposed face and chest. So long as it felt cool he would sit here regardless of how wet he was getting.
A deep growl came from the sky, lightning cracked against the dingy grey clouds, the park was dead in activity not a soul present but he. The park usually vibrant and lovely died this afternoon: there were no sounds of children laughing and playing, no one enjoying the now turned off fountain, nor a dog nor bird singing their songs and there was not a hint of joy in sight as the rain continued to pour. That was all that was here, rain, grey, and lonesomeness. Without a place to live Baron was stranded in this plane of sadness, sure he could rent a hotel room, but where was the fun in that? He sought out adventure and now he made himself pay for it by sitting in the rain homeless and directionless dressed unaccordingly for such conditions.
All in all his attire wasn’t fit for this particular day as his burlap sack of clothes sat next to him, getting just as wet as he was. He wore no shirt, black sweat pants and sandals something typical of him, over that a black tattered cloak hid his form for the most part his chest exposed but the rest of him hidden for the most part. Yes, he certainly wasn’t prepared for the rain, but truthfully he didn’t think it would rain today, seems he was wrong. He’d lean back against the bench and look to the sky above, golden pools looking up at the rain clouds as they returned a hard glance in the form of precipitation.
“If ma saw me she’d freak…” he chuckled as he rubbed water off of his face, whipping his hand to the side to dispose of it knowing full well he would only get wet again, “Shit, I need a place to stay.”