I had to take my son to a birthday party at a bowling alley, but I also needed to drop my RV off to storage, so I asked the host if I could run out for an hour. I dropped off the RV and started riding the 15 miles back on my bike, when the heavens opened up and drenched me. It was cold, my shoes filled with water, and I could barely see. I got home, dried off as best as I could, and made it back to the party.
The point of this story is I'd rather be getting drenched on the bike than to be at a bowling alley for a kid's birthday party.