. . . and men want to be him

He would never forget his custom-made umbrella, and the wind wouldn’t dare to blow his brolly inside out.  Yet, should he find himself in a sudden downpour, I’m sure a single snap of his manicured fingers would summon the sun once more.

I was inspired by this week’s ultimate question: Who’ll stop the rain? Unfortunately, I answered it in the wrong tense. So, I challenge you to craft better response, correct tense and all. Compose your tale in exactly 42 words and submit it to the yeah write #188 microstory challenge this Wednesday.

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