The Dry Guy

I trudged to school through rain today.
My classmate, Ryan, caught my eye.
The only kid along the way
Umbrella covered, staying dry.

He'll never hear the end of it
For doing something so uncool.
They'll call him wimp and dork and twit,
The weirdest boy in middle school.

They'll try to bully him, and yet,
He might not care what others say.
It took a lot of nerve, I bet,
To do what Ryan did today.

He may have done it on a dare.
He could have ridden on the bus.
The downpour soaked our clothes and hair.
Perhaps the foolish ones were us.