Big thick storm clouds gathered over Tarrytown one dark night. The planes were all grounded for the time being, as there was also a fog that covered the whole airport like pea soup.
Brenda Blue, Tarrytown's top mechanic, had to have the planes enter a special storm shelter out of the foul weather.
But Old Oscar decided that he wanted to stay out in the storm, instead of going in the shelter. He liked watching storms, and he felt that if he was to enter the storm shelter, he wouldn't see the storm at all!
Brenda was concerned for the ancient plane, so she went to talk to him.
"Oscar, I think that you should go in the shelter. You'll get wet, and the hanger may get damaged in the storm. It's too dangerous.
"Nonsense!" Scoffed Old Oscar. Then he added, a little less strongly; "I'm sure I'll be fine here."
Brenda felt more and more worried, but she was unable to force Old Oscar out. She would have to coax him out.
"Aren't you worried about getting wet?"
Indeed, Old Oscar was getting wet from the rain, but he didn't mind.
"It's only a little rain!" He insisted. "I'll be fine, Brenda."
"Suit yourself." Brenda said.
The other planes didn't want to risk getting wet, so they stayed put.
"Oscar, why do you like the rain so much?" Brenda asked curiously.
"Well, I like to listen to the sounds the rain makes." He replies.
Soon, the rain began picking up in pace. It fell faster and faster, and pelted the ground. Brenda
felt the strands of her hair sticking out from her jacket hood cling to her skin due to the excess moisture.
"You'll get soaked if you stay." She points out.
"Well, I suppose the shelter will be best." Sighs Old Oscar.
So he and Brenda head for the shelter and enter before the rain makes them catch colds.
Old Oscar was surprised to see that he could still see the storm from the shelter and keep dry with his friends.