You were sitting on the dock of Camp-Half-Blood’s lake.

In retrospect, it was a horrible idea, and you’d probably get sick, but you didn’t care. After all, camp was more peaceful in the rain.

You hear footsteps from behind you, and you turn to see Percy- seemingly unaffected by the rain. He was perfectly dry, being a child of Poseidon and all.

He chuckles, “Someone’s soaked.”