I’ve been through this scenerio about seven or eight times since I’ve moved to the Twin Cities. I’ll be out on a nice walk, a mile or two away from home, and torrents of rain will come down from the sky. Walking home through the rain can be fun in a childish way, at least until the rain seeps into your socks. Then it’s no longer fun.
I once told a coworker how a rainstorm came out of nowhere. The coworker said, “What are you talking about? It was all over the weather forecast.” This is my failure as an adult.
Am I wrong to never believe the weather report, so much so that I just live by a “stick my head out the window and check” philosophy.
Is it wrong we’re discussing the weather online?
The only downside to the “stick your head out the window” method is that I’ve gone on long walks where it’s perfectly sunny, and then a torrential downpour comes down. Then again, getting rained on isn’t all that big of a deal. As my middle school football coach would say, “Ya ain’t gonna melt!”
…and then when no one was looking he’d kick you in the store.