I was rained on during my bike commute today, and I did not mind at all.
Heading home, I took a different route than usual and soon happened upon a garden. I pulled over to walk the paths and enjoy the thousands of roses. As I said goodbye to the flowers and set out toward the lakefront trail for my 7-mile ride home, rain started falling. I briefly considered ducking into a cafe, but the heady smell of fresh summer rain urged me on. While tourists and beach-goers hustled for cover, I cycled on with a smile.
The shower was short-lived and by the time I got home, my light summer dress had completely dried. No rain gear necessary.