Apparently, spring is the time for thunderstorms in Berlin. Big, booming ones. The best kind. They come out of nowhere, so one minute you're standing in the sun and the next you're getting poured on by the bucketful. Like today, when I was biking home from the open-air service that my church put on with three other churches for Ascension Day. (For reasons that I have not yet figured out, Ascension Day is a major national holiday in Germany. I have taken to calling it "Jesus Drives to Heaven," since that would be a literal translation of the German name: Christi Himmelfahrt. Mostly, I think they just like having holidays in the spring).
Anyway, the rain started up almost immediately after the service ended, so I got wet the first time riding to Alexanderplatz for ice cream with Teresa and Suse. Afterwards, as I started to head home, it looked like the rainclouds had passed and it was starting to clear up. Then, in true Berlin weather fashion, it started pouring. I actually didn't mind too much, though. Warm summer rain, even when it gets me completely soaked, is actually quite pleasant.