Satelite images of Vancouver Island are obscured by an unwavering cloud and the skies have been wide open for almost a week now. I got caught in a parking lot with my lights on for four hours and not an drop of juice in the battery. When enough rain hits you, you become the rain, your face a beach for refreshing waves. It always makes a man want to holler at the sky, arms spread, jesus christ pose, etc. "Yes you Beast!" I hollered, with nothing important to say. But it felt good just the same.