The oversize pullover sweater I had on was huge enough but actually did nothing to keep me warm, so I stood shivering and damp as I waited for the rain to stop. When it seemed to lessen somewhat, I jumped out and continued my walk towards the de Young Museum. Barely five minutes and it started to rain again! I ran back to the overpass, even more drenched than before. I had to wait longer this time, and when I saw a chance, I hightailed it back home. Meh. The moment I set foot inside, it stopped completely. I waited until an hour after lunch to venture back outside, when I was totally sure that i wasn't going to be punk'd by the elements.
Wore my windbreaker this time. It's that time of the season again.