Genre: slice of life
Good weather for his friends meant clear, sunny skies they could warm themselves under.
His idea of good weather was dim skies filled with clouds that blocked the sun from his sensitive skin.
“Dude, drop the umbrella. We’re at the beach!”
He tightened his grip on his umbrella, just in case his friend decided to be ‘fun’ and take it away.
“I don’t tan under the sun. I burn. If I have to pick between getting sunburnt or getting weird looks, I’ll take weird looks any day.”
“Well, you do you.” His friend shrugged. “Join us when you feel like it.”
Which would not happen as long as the sun was out.
An hour later, the clouds rolled in and cast shadows over the beach.
Now this was his kind of weather.