Our relationship started as a joke. After the Marvel movie came out, I began cracking jokes about him. He didn’t like that. For months, storms began appearing shortly after I made such comments. (Fun fact: I dislike being out in storms.) It was after I got stuck outside fixing a friend’s window with a trash bag and duct tape in a storm that I finally gave up and gathered his rains. I still have some of that night’s waters.
After a while, I picked up a figurine at Barnes and Noble of Marvel’s version of him. He’s here to stay, for now. Probably at least until I make amends to him.