On some days, it rains and rains until a flood surrounds us and nothing is left but water. We walk through crowds of people to our jobs, staying inside a cubicle for hours until leaving to return home. The next day, the process is repeated and it continues to rain. Nothing new can come with the rain. Nothing dry. It is, in essence, the ending of all mankind.
Except you’re on the Moon! Schweet! There isn’t any rain on the Moon but should it happen, you’ll be one prepared motherfucker with this non-Bluetooth umbrella.