It rains in Portland a lot, but days when the heavens open and the rain descends deluge-style don’t happen as often as one might think. And they rarely happen in September.
So it was kind of fun to be caught in torrential rain while coming home from work.
It also was not fun. I was wet through, despite my umbrella. I walked home from the library barefoot because apparently my sandals don’t work when they are sopping wet–they slide too much to walk in.
One week later, I discovered it had rained hard enough that the container of Altoids I keep in my backpack had become a wet rusty mess.