It is not uncommon anywhere to see people running from the rain. Sprinters, fleeing even the slightest drizzle, are one of those things on which I have an opinion.
Not YOU, VFD! An opinion?
I know, shocking, right?
Anyhow, I walk in the rain. If I have some electronic or printed material that will be spoiled by the water I’ll cover it, but I walk. I may not be perfect but I’m not the Wicked Witch of the West. News flash: this ain’t you:
I figure, if our men can spend months at a time in monsoon rains, sleeping in it, fighting in it, dying in it, I can avoid some undignified, undue speed in my travel through the parking lot.
Also not you:
If you are wearing a brimmed hat (as you should but that’s another thing) then even your glasses won’t get wet. Your clothes will dry in minutes to an hour or so. It’s only a bit of water. A little water (on the outside) never killed anybody, so take your time and don’t look like a child or a jerk – walk in the rain.