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Walking out to the parking lot after work, talking with Buck, he pointed out the interesting color of the clouds - they were being lit by the sunset in such a way that they were coming out a sort of brown-pink color - and then he said, "That figures."
"What? That you don't have your camera?"
"No. It's raining like hell over there. We're about to get soaked!"
And the instant that came out of his mouth I heard the raindrops advancing across the parking lot. I whipped my coat around, over my head and backpack, and kept my upper body somewhat dry, but it was really coming down, and my legs got drenched (and so did Buck). Driving, though, I didn't get two miles before it was down to a sprinkle, and it looked as though a sprinkle was all it had ever been, and on my home street it was bone dry. Very localized and perfectly timed, just enough to drench us on our way to our cars.
"What? That you don't have your camera?"
"No. It's raining like hell over there. We're about to get soaked!"
And the instant that came out of his mouth I heard the raindrops advancing across the parking lot. I whipped my coat around, over my head and backpack, and kept my upper body somewhat dry, but it was really coming down, and my legs got drenched (and so did Buck). Driving, though, I didn't get two miles before it was down to a sprinkle, and it looked as though a sprinkle was all it had ever been, and on my home street it was bone dry. Very localized and perfectly timed, just enough to drench us on our way to our cars.