Around 9 last night, Matt and I decided to have a nice little walk. We left and went out and spent about an hour and a half walking around our neighborhood and the little town and talking and whatever. So we decided to head back and we made it all the way to the McDonald's, about half a mile from our place … and … the sky opened up (and we're talking about a downpour). So … we ran for it. But of course, it mattered not. By the time we got home, my shoes (my best running shoes) were soaked, not to mention the rest of me. I'm sure we looked like some special species of drowned rats.
It was certainly nice to have a warm shower and snuggle into a warm bed with freshly changed sheets.
At least you ran… I only run when chased!
Yes! A warm clean bed after being caught in a storm certainly is a fine thing!