The rain it raineth every day
It's not raining acid. (I know. I've been out in it myself. I didn't dissolve.)
It's water. You know, the stuff you shower in? It makes you wet. I'm sorry if getting wet seems to you to be the end of the world, but some of the people past whose houses you run screeching like a demented harpy have got bigger problems to deal with.
Here's a handy tip. How about dressing appropriately for the weather? Have you ever considered, for example, carrying an umbrella? Or are umbrellas desperately uncool? I mean, so uncool that they're even less cool than arriving at your chosen destination wringing wet?
If the very idea of dressing appropriately for the weather fills you with abject horror, how about only going out when you're reasonably confident that it isn't going to rain? You might want to start following something called the Weather Forecast. I bet you can get it delivered to your mobile phone if watching it on television isn't acceptable to you. Ok, so it's not a hundred percent reliable. But it might just give you an idea of when it will be safe to wear that skimpy, strappy little top without running the risk of your nipples becoming visible the moment the fabric gets even slightly damp.
Or - and this is something people used to do quite a lot in the Olden Days - you could look at the bloody sky. It's really not that complicated. Blue sky = sunshine. Fluffy white clouds = fine, if slightly overcast. Dark clouds = significant risk of rain.
Oh, and as you clearly haven't got your head round the issue of when it might actually be considered appropriate to scream loudly when you're walking along a street, I have generously compiled the following full and comprehensive list:-
1. When you're being attacked.
2. When you are about to be mown down by an oncoming vehicle.
3. There is no 3.