This morning as I readied myself to ride to work, I noted the clouds and turned on my headlight. The battery was dead. Though not planned, I rode in unlighted for the first time in 2012.
I looked at my rain pants and thought, "It isn't wet or that cold." Winter has gone and spring has settled in.
On the way home I was caught in a downpour. Ominous clouds are fairly standard fare here in Seattle, so I didn't put on my rain jacket. I rolled out and was dry. Then sprinkles started about halfway home. Suddenly it went from friendly to fiendly. I smiled and rode on.