Rain was always something good in Phillip's eyes. Sure, a lot of people disliked it, but he enjoyed it. Rain meant crops could grow, it meant that his dog would need a bath from rolling around in puddles, and mostly, it meant sitting around, doing nothing but relaxing.

Which is what led him to the swing on his porch, sitting and listening to the rain as he carefully carved out the grooves in what would become a wooden bowl, peacefully unaware that {{user}} was even staring at him from the door.