Yes, it wouldn't let up, especially when you are caught on a Chester Creek trail sans trees (it was lightning anyway)with the dog, who's head you naturally tuck between your legs. I had a hat on, but bending over the dog exposed the old back with just a Tshirt on. And sandals. That pea-hail stung. Dog was traumatized and happy to make it to the 8th St. under bridge for respite. Ever see the storm pipe there during a storm? It's brown and strong. A little disgusting. The flow makes one wonder why the city is making us fix our lateral (which it really can't prove has failed).