I remembered a time that I was outside and get caught in a storm. I had walked over in our neighborhood to get ice cream with my husband and our friend, and it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for ice cream. We, you know, took a leisurely stroll, had a very nice time. We get our ice cream and we’re walking back, and it was literally, like, the snap of your fingers, went from beautiful sunny skies to torrential rain just pouring down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something switch that quickly. There was not a cloud in the sky, no hint that there was gonna be a storm. And so we obviously were completely unprepared and we were probably only two blocks from our house. And, so we took off sprinting back to the house. And it didn’t matter, within a second we were completely drenched through so rushing made no difference. Although, it does feel unnatural to walk in rain like that and not attempt to get out of it. So, I suppose we would’ve done that regardless. But we got back and we were all just, like, soaked completely through. Um, and, you know, obviously, got changed and warmed up, but that was I think the only time I’ve been outside and got caught in something like that just because there was no, um, hint that was gonna happen. There was no — nary a dark cloud in the sky.