He walked the same path every day, basking in the beautiful sunlight. Until one day, he looked out, and there it was: pouring rain. The sky was weeping, unwilling to stop, yet he had to walk.

He took out his umbrella, which had been collecting dust in the back of the closet, stepped out, and faced the rain.

It was the same old path he had walked forever, but this time, it smelled different.

His shield protected him, and he finally made it back home after a long walk in the rain. It was the same old path, but this time, it felt different.