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On Friday, when I got off the train, it was not raining. After I walked out of the station, walking across the parking lot to my bike locker, I felt a few drops. As I turned my bike onto the road home, it started raining.

A quarter mile later, I felt a blast of tailwind and the deluge began. But it didn't last long; I felt a blast of headwind, and I rode out onto dry pavement, where it wasn't raining. Nice!

A half mile later, I felt another blast of tailwind and suddenly I was in the heaviest downpour I've seen in years. Within a hundred yards, I was so wet I couldn't have gotten any wetter by jumping into a lake. I rode through that storm, thunder and lightning all around me, for about a mile. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, I rode out of it again. Dry pavement. It was dry the whole rest of the way home (3 miles or so) but I was still drenched when I got there. My wife looked at me and said "what happened to you?" The rain never did catch up with me.