Do you know what rain feels like when it hits your shins? It tickles; a faint and pleasant sort of tickle. Biking in the rain is arguably the only time one could ever experience the tickle of rain splashing on shins. This is not an experience to be missed.
I was so incredibly delighted by biking in the rain that I actually laughed out loud while speeding down the biggest hill on my route. Laughter begets laughter, and this held true even within myself. I laughed at myself laughing. I laughed at myself for laughing at myself. Then I passed a stalled car and laughed at how crazy I must have looked to the driver. I decided my anti-rain-in-the-eyes squint also would appear like laughter, and that made me laugh even further. Fortunately I was nearly home so I could pass on the laughter contagion before it snuffed out.
Today was a bona-fide rain storm, not a sprinkle, so you can imagine that I was soaked through when my journey ended. It was a warm enough August day that I was not cold. I nonetheless changed my clothes when I got home, otherwise I would not have dried for hours.