Why wait for the storm to pass when you can dance in the rain?
This always reminds me of a trip I took to Ghana where we were waiting for a deluge to pass before the local village provided a dance show in the village square. The village had no mod cons like tarmac - the square was just mud and the visitors were huddled under a tarpaulin on plastic chairs. The band was playing behind us and we could just hear them over the roar of the rain. It poured and poured and poured. But it was warm. After about 20 minutes, someone in our group got bored with waiting so got up, in the rain, on the mud and started dancing. After 5 minutes, all the visitors were dancing and the villagers were laughing at "our show". Five minutes later, everyone was dancing in the torrential rain feeling the mud between our toes. It was one of the highlights of that trip.