When I clocked out of Work, it was just sprinkling a bit, and I had my Raincoat and Hat with me, so I figured "Hey, even if it kicks back up a bit, I'll be fine." And went for my usual evening Constitutional. The rain picked up a bit, but I've got pretty good gear, so everything stayed groovy.

About halfway back to my Apartment, the Storm really hit. Crazy winds, so much that the Streetlights started flickering, Rain pouring down in literal sheets, soon with Hail mixed in, I was soaked to the skin in a couple of seconds, right through the raincoat. Enough of the Rain was coming in sideways that it went through the vents in my hat, too.

The storm was loud, but I still wouldn't be surprised if some of the people in the houses I was walking past could hear me laughing and shouting praise to Thor, I can be pretty damn loud, too.

Once I got back, just out of curiosity, I stepped on the scale, and then changed into dry clothes and tried it again. Fifteen Pound difference. I had a gallon and a half of water soaked into my clothes.

It was awesome. In both the original and common senses of the word.