I'm not that creative. I couldn't have come up with the phrase "I can't understand people that say they love rain, and yet hide every time it arrives." (Or something like that.) I don't know where the phrase comes from, or how it goes exactly, but I agree.
So in defiance of the fraidy-cats who hide from rain, the day I took my last test and hey vacations, I decided to channel my "my life has lost purpose now that I don't have to study" and took a walk. It was also an appropriate time to use my very uncomfortable and unworn Hunters. I had a fun time getting soaked through and through (you can't see the rain in the pictures, but, trust me, it was raining.)
Here's a documentary in still-lifes of what happened on that walk:
Quite a melodrama, huh?