The very last time I got caught in a downpour without an umbrella I was 16 or 17 and about a mile from home in Champaign, IL on a very hot summer day. I got drenched - but, oh well. It was warm and I was young and felt very alive.
The second time I got caught in a downpour without an umbrella was earlier this afternoon about 3 blocks from home. I am 67 and living in Atlanta, GA. It was warm enough and for a moment I was transported back to a summer day long ago.
I was walking the dog though and for a dog who loves getting a bath she sure hates being rained on, hence her raincoat which we faithfully put on her when we know it is raining and she has to go out.
We ran. We gave up and just got soaked. She kept wanting to stop and shake and I wanted to keep going LOL. My husband met us at the door with towels and a hair dryer.
I felt very alive. And surprised at how far I could run LOL.
PS - This was a good antidote to how very mortal I felt yesterday after attending a memorial service for a friend who was only 6 years older than I am at the moment. A lovely tribute to him followed by a celebration of life at one of his favorite restaurants. Still I felt the ticking of the clock.