Crutchie looked up to the looming rain clouds on the horizon as he quickly stuffed his papers back in his bag. The rain started falling down from the skies as he went to seek shelter underneath the awning of a food cart. That quick trip to safety wasn't enough to stop him from getting at least a bit wet, though. He hadn't expected it to. Pulling his sodden green hat off his head of straw-like blonde hair (which was now sticking up, thanks to the rain), he took it in both hands and started to wring it out, all the while peering up at the storming dark clouds up above. He watched as several New Yorkers dashed inside the comfort of their homes, rushing their children or parents to safety. He watched as lightning struck the sky, and decided it would probably be a good time to get back to the Lodging House just about now. He grabbed his crutch from where it had been leaning against the food stand and slid it under his arm, seeking a reassuring grip on the cloth-covered handle. Crutchie plopped his hat back on, flattening his hair at least somewhat. He limped out into the flurry of water raining down from the high heavens, squinting up into the sky as he refused to look down into the rapidly filling puddles. The crutch sent up a splatter of mud along his drenched clothing as he went on limping a bit faster, trying to reach the Lodging House in time before something worse than lightning and thunder happened. The thought of a warm bed and a pillow spurred him on as Crutchie dodged many people who were hustling and bustling with the same idea. At last, he felt his boot reach the solace of the mud-flecked rain-saturated doorstep of his home, and quickly ducked under the sign. He shook off his crutch and bad leg before heading inside with a wide, water-streaked grin on his face.
"Looks like I was right, fellas! It did rain today!"
