Suddenly a torrential rain starts, strong winds blowing the rain sideways. Then what looks like water thrown from buckets starts passing by the window. I flinch away from the window, concerned that they may break under the pressure, and realize the house has dozens of these windows which all are in danger. But that thought fades quickly, the water is not hitting the window, it is being blown past it.
I shrug it off as a typical winter storm on the Oregon coast. But I know it is Spring, and I am at least 100 miles inland.