The flash of lightning and the crash of the tunderbolt couldn't have been more superficial if it had been the sound of ketchup squirting from a condiment bottle. He managed to not roll his eyes however as he stumbled onto the stage. He was supposed to be running from a 'forest creature'. That had been the note the director had given him in the script.
The play was called 'Rise of the Merking' and so far... nothing had made sense, but work was work and he needed it, desperately.
You lackluster superficial excuse for rain, that I could easily say is just a squirt from a condiment packet, has got nothing on the thunderbolt crashing, down pour pounding, air scrubbing awesomeness of desert rain.