When I left the dorm an hour ago, the clouds were already completely black and looking about to explode any second. And they weren’t going to explode with just rain, either, oh, no – we’re talking rain, hail, hail and snow at the same time (meteorologically improbable), shiny black beetles, African violets, crowbars, teeth, and ornate brass steampunk conveyances with sooty little people in goggles peering owlishly out the portholes.
You people do not understand about these clouds. They are hard.
Yet somehow it had only just started drizzling when I walked back in a minute ago. The two guys playing football out there only stopped like five seconds ago.