Raindrops Keep Fallin On My Head

Mom: "Hey, Heathy-Feathy, let's go for a ride."
Me: "Ok."
Mom: "Grab your helmet. I'm leaving. Catch up with me."
Me: "Ok."

And so we set off on a 4-wheeler/scooter ride and are promptly dumped on by a torrential downpour. It was raining so hard we couldn't see through our glasses and it felt like tiny slivers of glass against our skin as we frantically drove back home. Fun times.