[ WP ] Your powers only work in the rain .

Rain soaked through the cotton of his pajamas and the asphalt felt slippery under his bare feet. Each step drew him further away from his house and closer to infinity. Each of those tiny droplets invigorated him. They opened up possibilities and timelines that a “ normal ” person would never be able to see. How could they? 
 
 The man raised his arms and let the water impact his face, swirling down his body. Images flashed into his mind entering unbidden by the rain ’ s power. 
 
 He stood at a writing desk, fingers hammering away at the keys. A card from his editor sat propped on the desk thanking him for his latest piece. And then the images flashed again. 
 
 This time, he was old. He sat on a park bench sharing an ice cream cone with a woman. Wait. Was that Karen? He hadn ’ t seen her in so long. A little boy approached them crying with a now-empty ice cream cone. He stood, but before he could see his own response, it flashed. 
 
 His legs carried him swiftly down a battlefield of green. A ball dribbled expertly between his legs and each defender who came to stop him was easily shaken off. Every juke caused a roar to erupt from the crowd. They were all standing now, cheering for him. A hush broke through the noise as his foot kicked the ball towards the goal. Anticipation mounted as everyone waited to see if he would score. Flash. 
 
 Reality struck. The rain drizzled down like someone turning off the faucet. Each step he took became shakier and he leaned on a nearby car for support. The last few droplets fell down from the sky and he followed them to the ground as his legs collapsed beneath him. He pulled himself up on the tire of the car and spun to roughly a sitting position. 
 
 The rain had left the sky and gone inside him again. That thunderstorm was too much to hold inside and burst out from his eyes in a pathetic display of rain and thunder. He stifled the storm long enough to press a button on the bracelet her wore. A red light blinked and he fell onto his side unable to even cradle his own legs. 
 
 For him, the rain was unceasing.
