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Don’t you hate it when you’re walking down the street minding your own business, and out of nowhere the sky opens up and pummels you with rain?
You seek refuge under a tree or a store awning or the throat of a ‘Siloam Harold Flickinger’ daylily:
It’s a tight squeeze, but you can make it work:
After what seems like an eternity, the rain subsides. You brush off whatever raindrops you can from your clothes…
Wipe off your glasses and slick back your hair so you look spiffy again…
And you’re on your way!