Dilly-dally

"Hey E.?"
"Yes?"
"Here's a thought: instead of lying on the ground getting a good angle on this fast approaching mother of all storms - maybe you should hurry home a bit?
"Oh, it'll be fine, it's not expected to hit until *SPLOOOOOOSH* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM *SPLLLLLOOOOOOOSH*
"Told ya!"
"Ah. Well. Maybe there's a wet t-shirt competition somewhere?"

It was over as quickly as it started. But by then I was soaked. And home.