I was close to home from visiting the folks for Easter, when I hit this massive wall of rain and lighting. Everyone on the freeway slowed to 20 mph. It was drenching. I had been in the car for 2-1/2 hours and all I wanted to do was get out into the soaking rain. I was wearing cargo shorts, a rolled up white button down shirt, white t and boxers. I couldn't stop on the freeway so finished driving home, scheming a plan. There's a new townhouse development nearby. I thought I'd go for a run and see if I could get messed up. But, the weather stop cooperating. Apparently, I was on the edge of the storm and now all was quiet. I was bummed. Got in the house to check the weatherchannel and good news, a few more blobs were headed my way. I put on long kakhis with the white shirt (which is my favorite to get wet in, so I thought getting muddy would be the same). I prepped the car and headed over. As I pulled off the main road, a pair of parking lights came on. A police cruiser is sitting there in the dark; maybe he was jerking off or something. I casually drive by and headed back out and headed home. By now, the next storm was super close and I decided to just go for a long walk so that when it started raining, I'd get caught and eventually soaked. I headed over to the big main creek in my area, and although it's well lit, it was very quiet with no one around. I come up to a large construction hole already full of water and mud, and my mind started racing again. Unfortunately, the hole was so deep I thought I probably wouldn't be able to climb out. So back to plan B and I just kept walking. Came up on a bike path that led to a bridge. There is a smaller creek feeding the large one I was headed to. I walked past the outfield fence of a baseball field and decided to climb down to the waters edge. I was still on the fence about doing this. Anyway, the storm starts raging with lighting and heavy rain. Plan B is working good since now I'm far enough away from the house that I would definitely get soaked if we took a direct hit. I decided to a least tread thru the creek a ways to see what would happen. I headed up to where I could hear an water outfall, walking in muddy sand bars. I tread thru shallow waters and the bottoms of my pants were now wet. The storm quickly gets out of control - the kind they tell you to stay inside a car for. There was a huge crack of thunder right beside me and I decided to quickly try to climb out on a steep mud bank that I was now slipping on. The rain was pouring and as I was looking at my t shirt thru my dress shirt when I fell the first time to my knees. The mud felt good. I went slip slidin' again, falling onto my knees twice. Now I decided it was time to do this for real. I started moving back downstream, walking and splashing in deeper water. My shirt was now soaked and water was splashing up on my pants. I was moving to the steep mud bank and fell onto my side and then my ass. I could feel the water squeeze into my boxers. That was all I needed. I started to run carelessly along the bank and fell onto my arms, side and butt. One spot was steep enough that I slid down sideways into the water. It came splashing up thru my legs. Getting up was a little tough here. I turned on all fours and cleared the water. Still on all fours, I turned 120 degrees and my hands were sinking into the waters edge with my shoulders hanging over. Eventually I couldn't keep my hands from sinking and I lost balance, rolling over onto my stomach and back sliding into the water. As I got up, I could see how dark my shirt had gotten and my pants were soaked. The rain was teeming and I was totally hard. I pulled it out and starting jerking laying in the mud. Ok, some sanity kicked back inside my head because I noticed how fast the water was rising and moving. All I could think about was becoming a statistic. I started moving down stream again to look for a way out, dipping into the water to get some of the mud off (I still had to walk home). Climbed out and found a few monster puddles in the parking lot and laid down in the storm with the rushing water to the manhole. I was gritty and mud stained, soaked thru. I could feel the t shirt and my boxers clinging to me. As walked past the large open construction site again, I looked, but didn't do it, again since I didn't think I could climp out. I passed a guy on his phone with an umbrella and he didnt even notice how wet and messed it was. I took a long hot shower, washing out all the clay and grit, finally soaping up my boxers. God how I love to do that. A quick big solo finish and then a wash down of the shower. I bet that whole thing would be better fun with a buddy. The clothes took a ride in the washer three times and came out 95% clean. Tell me your story.