We walked under 5% to 10% chance-of-rain clouds. When almost to the creek, the halfway point, we felt sprinkles. I persuaded John to go on to the creek with me, and right away urged him to go back home. He dislikes raindrops on his head. Bless his heart, he kept walking with me. Real rain fell from the creek all the way home.
I was wet enough that:
I took off my glasses to see the road.
My eyebrows failed to function.
My shoes squished with each step – wet from the top. John heard the squishy sounds!!
We came in via the laundry room to remove shoes.
I laid clothes out to dry before putting them in the laundry basket.
My hair needed no extra water before the application of shampoo.
John discovered his jacket was water-repellent. I was not wearing a jacket, and I found my skin was as waterproof as it ever was. Thankfully, the camera and phone were not harmed. There is no selfie. If there were one, John would frame it and silently point to it on every cloudy day.