Paralysis

It was a cold, damp night. The dim light from the streetlamps illuminating the roads stretched beyond the windows, and beyond the thin walls of the houses, a heavy midsummer rain could be heard. Thunderstorms could be heard here and there, and lightning flashed in the sky, harshly illuminating the gray, empty streets.
Paralysis scurried along the sidewalks, past various buildings and the occasional shop, until his hair, body, and clothes were soaked through.
He decided to stand under the porch of one of the entrances nearby, wait until the downpour ended, dry off, or at least warm up; in addition to the heavy rain, a pleasant bonus was the wind, which distorted the water droplets in the air at different angles.
Paralysis stood at the entrance, clutching his arms, huddled closer to the wall against the cold that enveloped him from all sides. His wet ears drooped forward at a sad angle, just like his tail lay at his feet.
He'd only left the warehouse earlier to grab something home at his older brother's request, and now he found himself standing there like a fool, but he didn't consider it a world-scale problem. He'd just have to wait until the rain stopped...