Poor Rob McKenna. He drives a truck, so he’s constantly moving, never in the same place for long. And yet everywhere he goes—city, country, near, far, morning, afternoon—it doesn’t matter, wherever Rob is, it’s raining. He can turn, reverse, zigzag, it doesn’t matter. Clouds just follow him, and to prove it (because who would believe this?) he keeps a log and shares it with his friend Arthur Dent, who says, You should show this to scientists. He does, and the scientists tell him, Rob McKenna, we know what you are. You are a Quasi Supernormal Incremental Precipitation Inducer.

What’s that?

He’s a “Rain God.” That’s the gist. Clouds see him and can’t help themselves. They love him and want “to be near