Hard to stop once you hit your stride...

Clouds and thunderstorms boiled out of nowhere, sending the blue skies retreating northward, fleeing the fat-dropped deluge in their wake.  We all dashed off the driving tees and into the little hut where you get the buckets of balls, hoping it would blow over. Except this one kid.  "She just figured out how to hit the ball and is worried she'll lose it again," her dad said.  She stayed out there hitting balls in a heavy downpour at least until I gave up and left 15 minutes later.  Man. I remember being a kid and saying, 'Screw it, I'll just stay out in the hurricane.'  Sigh. I miss having that attitude.