It’s a weird feeling. When you first start getting wet in the rain you feel uncomfortable. All you want to do is find some place undercover and out of the rain. But, if you’re out in the rain and there’s no let up and you have no where to hide, you reach this “Oh hell, I’m already soaked, so who cares.” moment. Which I did. Considering my depressed mood this was actually a bit cathartic. Until I got back to my car and had to figure out how not to get the inside of my car as wet as I was.