Well, I was on the Mississippi helping my brother transport lumber to fix up a duck blind. We -- him, his wife, and I -- were in a 16 foot aluminum boat with a 7.5 horse kicker. As we carefully stacked the lumber on shore so he could come back later and do the building, I happened to notice a dead blue-black sky to the West, and on The River that means just one thing. I pointed and we started throwing the lumber ashore -- screw stacking it! His wife looked puzzled, then looked where we pointed and said, "Oh, it's going to rain!"

We ran full out back to the launch ramp, all the while wondering if we were going to make it or spend a Midwestern Thunderstorm cramped up under the boat on some island.

We made it to the launch, got the boat on the trailer, pulled the drain plug, got in the car -- and all hell broke loose from the sky.

As forty knot winds, horizontal rain, and every thunderbolt in the quiver of Zeus burst around us, his wife said, "Oh. I see why you guys were in a hurry."