I think I need to carry rain boots in my purse

So, I went to the post office yesterday to get a change of address form. When HRJ and I went in the building it was partly cloudy and horribly muggy. When we came out 6 or 7 minutes later there was a torrential downpour. Seriously. As soon as I walked out the door, I froze. Really? I thought. I looked to my car. It was 8 or 9 parking spots away. I looked to see where the awning ended. Shoot. It stopped at space 3. I had to go out in the rain. Maybe I could wait for it to stop? That's stupid, Debbi. So, I pulled up my big girl pants and ran lugged HRJ in is carseat out into tropical storm inconvient. The rain drops were ginormous. Yes, that's a unit of measurement. We got to the car, I put HRJ in and then I jumped in. I was absolutely soaked. To the point were my hair was matted down, my flip flops looked like I had thrown them in the pool, not just walked 20 feet to the car. Then, I started to drive. Wow. The previously damp roads, were now small oceans. Water flew up 4 feet whenever anyone drove through said oceans. It was insane. I decided to cut out our window shopping stop and go home. By the time, we got home 8ish minutes later, it had stopped.

It didn't rain again.