I guess.
Two years ago (two Augusts ago), the heavens opened every evening. It was horrific, especially to the Disney Guest who dreams of Florida sunshine and not "liquid" sunshine as they count down the days.
My own mother in NY was texting me to seek shelter one evening as a wicked cell just sat on top of WDW. After waiting 45 minutes under a small awning near Guest Relations outside MK, we took off our socks and sneakers, placed them in the clear, plastic backpack my husband carries, and ran barefoot for the monorail.
Normally we would walk back to BLT, but running knee-deep in puddles while ground lightning struck all around was stressful enough. I also didn't want to spend my evening blow drying our sneakers for the next day of magic.
It was horrible. It seemed to take forever. But - we were in WDW. We spent a glorious day in the MK. We went "home" to BLT/The Contemporary. We were sad it was nasty, but we were happy.
I would choose that evening a thousands times over the evening I am having right now on Long Island typing this in my kitchen.