It's wholly another thing when it's sprinkling when you leave, and starts pouring before you properly get started.
I tried to talk T. out of it -- even had the papa will take you to the pool bribe ready to go. No dice. When we started getting really soaked, and we'd been out for about 45 minutes, I called R. and asked him to get ready to pick us up. I did, however, self-rescue us.
Very, very wet. Still kinda fun, tho. Altho T. is now reliably turning around and going back up the hill on Lothrop. Which I _hate_. I've started walking the bike up it, because my knees hate me otherwise.