Yeah, your post and the downpour that we're having tonight in SFO reminded me of a memory. A few years back, I was at the gym in the conservative California Central Valley town that my husband practiced medicine in. There was a married female trainer there who was very friendly, always striking up a conversation with me about how fit I was (that was then, it ain't so now). Anyway, she aspired to be a pillar of the community and was always inviting me to bible studies in her home. I politely declined, as I'm not the bible study sort, but thanked her for the invitation. One day, we were having a downpour, like we are now, and I made a mad dash to my car after my workout. My little key lock button thingie got all wet and wouldn't work, so I was standing there in the pouring rain, unable to get in my car for a few seconds, and noticed the tail lights lit up on the car next to me. I thought to myself, "Oh someone left their lights on" So I tried to peer through the steamed up windows to see if the door was unlocked so I could turn off their lights. It turned out that the lights were on because someone's foot was pressing on the brake lights during a moment of passion...There was "Miss Married Bible Study" and "Mr Single Young Gym Stud" going at it in the steamed up car during the downpour...I laughed and got in my car - she was a patient of my husbands. A fine Christian indeed!