So Long and Thanks For All The Fish was my first instinct. My mother always told me to trust my instincts 'cause I have good ones!

Well, now, the rain god of this story is a bit like what is being talked about here, I think. I have a brosin that has that unhappy tendency of causing discord wherever he roams. It isn't intentional on his part and the discord is never against him. He has other qualities that have prompted us to call him many things, none of which would apply to this theme. Maybe we should call him Erismus. Nonetheless, he finds himself constantly on the move, running from the discord that surrounds him. Maybe he should apply for Jerry Springer's job?