Great moment. I will never forget it. Warm Florida rain. Anchored out in a little lake along the Atlantic I.C.W. The moment we dropped the hook, a fairly large storm blew through as the wind spun us around in circles. We took this as an opportunity to shower off our salty, sticky skin. Three other sailboats were anchored out next to us, and every one inside slowly crawled out of hibernation to enjoy the fresh rain as well. Just a bunch of dirty sailors singing in the rain.