The Boy and His Curse

At first, I saw nothing. But as I looked closer, a small bell-shaped umbrella glistened above his head. It fitted him just right. The umbrella was a shimmer of swirling mist, opaque and red. His hand was wrapped around the silver handle. But that was not what surprised me, what took me further was the shower of rain magically pouring around the boy, only within his radius. His surroundings were unaffected. No wonder why he seemed so gloomy.
There was excess rain bouncing off the umbrella which had reached me but I did not get wet. Believe me or not, even the ground was dry beneath his feet. "Why is it raining on you? Where does it come from?" My question would not make sense to anyone who had not seen how ridiculous his situation was. "Does the sky have a grudge upon you that it curses you even when you're indoors?" I looked at him full of curiosity.