Tut, tut it looks like...oh brother.

[_piedpiper]

Hartley tries to ignore the frogs and the sickening splatting sounds from beneath the green umbrella he wisely brought with him. It doesn't work. He sighs and grumbles to himself. "Why can't it ever just rain men? Although...that could also be rather unfortunate if the frogs are anything to go by..."

He sighs, pulling out his cell phone and calls a certain speedster who happens to be on speed dial. Heh. Bad puns are amusing when it's raining frogs.

"Hey, Wally. Have you looked outside anytime soon and if so, do you have any solutions?"