It was intense, just like how we were camping.
Female co-worker: "Awww. Poor Santa! He's getting drenched!" Me: "It's okay. Santa likes rain, dear."
The husband looks at the cloudy sky and says "It looks like rain" His wife says, "No, it's just cloudy." Their tour guide, a Communist officer named Rudolph, overhears them and says "It will definitely rain." Sure enough, a few minutes later, the heavens open and the tour group runs for cover from the downpour. The husband turns to his wife and says "See? Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear."
I recently went with a bunch of friends to see a hockey game at the University of Michigan. If you don't know, everyone who goes to that school is obsessed with their fight song which is titled "Hail to the Victors".
Anyway, we get outside the arena and then a torrential downpour starts. Our group runs underneath a bus stop awning thing to wait out the storm.
Then loud cracks start to be heard. Frozen rain has started to fall everywhere.
We look around at each other.
"Hey guys..." I say.
Everyone tenses up. I see the disappointment on their faces. They know what is about to come out of my mouth.
"Hail to the Victors!"
I was changing on my way out of work and a co-worker said (in regards to the torrential downpour outside), "I should have brought my toed shoes!" The chef, who was nearby, butted in and said "You have toad shoes?! How many toads does it take to make a shoe?" Needless to say he gained some more of my respect
My dad walks up to me and says, "It's supposed to rain spiders tonight."
Mildly terrified by this imagery, I furrow my eyebrows and respond, "huh?"
He explains, "We're supposed to get torrential rains tonight. Tarantula downpours. Get it?"
My brother and I were driving through a horrific downpour to go to the local archery range. When we get there we discover that the range is closed. My brother states "well I guess we will have to take a rain check" I then look up at the sky and say "yup it's raining alright."