"Looks like rain, maybe. Is a little water gonna kill you, Brian?" asked Adam.
"Could. What if it does?"
"Then you'll melt like the Wicked Witch of the West and we'll all rejoice in freedom."
"Man, I can't remember...whose idea was this to go walking through the cornfields? Who decided it couldn't wait another moment?"
"Yeah, I dunno man. Because he definitely should've known that the summer sky would turn gray in a matter of minutes. We should probably turn back, huh? Man, it sucks we'll be walking towards the rain. Who's the sad bastard here who chose the wrong direction?"
As quickly as the clouds had condensed, water burst forth from them and poured down on the pair. "Oh awesome! Looks like it's clearing up already! Aren't you glad we went on this walk?!"
"Yeah, man! Truly liberating experience. Wanna run home to mommy or do you want to wait till it passes and stop being a dick?"
"Oooh I dunno. Hanging out in this seems enticing, but man..."
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