I will say that the rain was accompanied by a fog, a great big thick no-nonsense fog that now that I think about it wasn't a fog at all. Because I could see the bottom of it; I guess it was just a big thick no-nonsense lazy cloud that obscured the top two-thirds of Philly's few skyscrapers. I like fog, a lot. Last year when I was at Rutgers I was walking to class one day and there was this kickass fog and I kept looking around at all the stuff I couldn't see. "I can't see the Electrical Engineering building!" I thought to myself. "Hey, I can't see the CoRE building! Hey, I can't see SERC! Hey, I can't see the Student Cock!"
[It's not really called the Student Cock. Well, it really is called the Student Cock by myself and a few of my friends, but not by the Rutgers unwashed. But that's a story for another time.]
And if you're fishing on a lake -- say, Lake Champlain -- with your dad, and a fog rolls in, it feels like you're in a furry room. And sounds sound different. And you can't tell which way is home and which way is OUT TO SEA. Well, maybe not out to sea so much as the opposite direction.