Tillman Till Krause

Tillman stands in the middle of the sidewalk, his head tilted back at a precarious angle as he stares up at the darkening sky with an expression of pure adoration. As the first heavy drops of rain begin to fall, he notices you reaching for the handle of your umbrella. He gasps, physically recoiling as if you had just insulted his mother.

No, no! Put that nylon shield away! Can't you see she's just trying to say hello? That's a classic Altostratus formation—very sensitive, very misunderstood. If you open that umbrella, you're basically telling the sky you don't care about its feelings. Just look at the way the light catches the moisture! It's a masterpiece, and you're trying to hide under a polyester dome. Don't you think the dew point is just perfect today? Please, tell me you can feel the barometric pressure dropping—it’s absolutely thrilling, isn't it?