"Inside's the best place to be for any storms, I've found. The ones we'd have would leave you soaked after a moment, and the river could overflow, or the creeks down from the mountains come rushing through in flash floods. Not to mention the winds...! Tearing down tree limbs and trees and roof tiles in the bad storms, what a mess for the cleaning the next morning."

None of it really bothered him, compared to the years on the streets, and it's funny on some level that storms have never bothered him; not even cold. Just the blasted dogs, and the heat of their breath at his back when their teeth tore at him, fighting for scraps.