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While not as dramatic as yours, I too have done the magic blue rain dance.
Muggy June evening in Nebraska. Heat lightning off in the distance, rain clouds blowing to the east, but nothing threatening. As the sun goes down and the lights come up on the field, dark clouds start coming from the south, blowing to the west. Clouds moving opposite directions usually mean trouble, but I wait as there is no rain or lightning yet. We keep playing.
3rd or 4th inning, a coach swaps pitchers and while I take the subs, he asks me if I think it's going to rain. I tell him, "It could get bad at anytime." and point above to the swirling clouds. Before I say anything else: CRACK-BOOM!!! and the water comes down in curtains. Game over.
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