Ah, the Piedmont in the springtime... The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and a light breeze gently caresses the blooming azaleas.
And then in roughly 90 seconds flat, the sky takes on an ominous simultaneously-overcast-yet-luminescent-yellow glow, the winds begin to howl, and buckets of rain appear out of nowhere. My umbrella nearly turned inside out, and I wasn't even carrying the cheapo one.
It was over in 20 minutes, and if you had been asleep, you would never have necessarily known it happened at all. It went back to the whole bird-sun-azalea thing.