So, this is what happens when you raise your children in Washington. They go out in the middle of the night, in the dark, and dance in the rain. In the street. In their clothes. What's more, they sit in the gutter, and lay in the street (God forbid any cars should come speeding down the street). Somehow, the novelty of "real" rain does not wear off here. You know, not the constant "mist" that hangs in the air from November to May. But real, downpouring rain. It's not as common as you might think here. Thus, the results! Enjoy!