The tree's sparse leaves did little to block the falling rain, but that was exactly why he nestled against it as opposed to the others.  It was an instrumental part of his favorite hangover cure; sitting in the rain for hours on end doing absolutely nothing.  Even though the dull throb of his body and head ended hours ago, he still didn't feel like moving.  No reason to.  He never did anything without some reason, not that the reason had to be<em>reasonable</em>.<br/><br/>To the travelers on the road, he looked like a madman.  What sane individuals sat in the rain, beneath a withering tree with a dumb grin on their face?  It was a good question.