I hated getting caught in the rain when I was a kid. Maybe because I wore glasses and it was hard to see through the water clinging to the lenses. About once a year though I was excited by the rain. I would be outside kicking a rock around when there would be a gradual rushing sound coming up behind me. I turn around to see a thick wall of rain slowly coming down the street. I didn’t actually want to get wet but it was always such a cool thing to see that I would stand there, frozen in anticipation of the mobile waterfall that was about to engulf me.