Shrugging, Thalia plonked herself down on the damp step. Immediately, the moisture began to soak through her light cotton pants. Ack, wet butt. Oh well, at least if the rain picked up the rest of her would be matching.
"Man, I love a good rain storm. Bit of a downpour, a little thunder, maybe the odd musical number thrown in there... Nothin' like it."