Galen could tell he had managed to piss of the weather goddess. That had certainly not been his intent. He had just been indulging in a moment of self pity. "Storm," he said. It was safe enough to use that name, and it was also a kind of apology. "I know. I'm just in a strange mood right now." The situation with his brother was bothering him a lot.
He glanced up automatically at mention of the rain. "I usually do. The rain may drench me, but I always feel a lot better afterwards." He would survive and be stronger for it. He just felt like being morose right now.