I couldn’t tell by looking out the window this morning whether or not it was raining. Stepping out the back door I could feel just a few drops. I have this “rain tolerance” thing. I won’t go for a walk if it is absolutely chucking it down, but if it’s just a few, I’m inclined to risk it.
I got to the end of the street, it started to rain quite hard. I paused, and turned around, taking a few steps it stopped raining. I turned around, it started raining, I paused, it stopped. I thought I’ve got to get around this, so decided to carry on. As it happened it stayed as a gentle drip, and so turned into a very pleasant walk with the reward above.