Indianapolis

Nineteen years had passed since Rock's last stay at the Radisson Hotel in downtown Indianapolis. He was there for the first time with a roommate; he and Chris Gibbons had arrived the previous day to cover a basketball tournament for the paper.
They were out on an upper floor deck near a swimming pool beneath overcast skies. It was near dawn, but still dark, and Rock saw through a small opening in the clouds what he thought was a meteor shower. He was about to comment on it when Gibbons wondered aloud where the young woman was who the night before said would meet them for breakfast.
It began to rain, and Rock knew in an instant that what he seconds earlier believed were meteors had been no more than a lighter version of the rainfall now upon them. It was getting heavier by the second. As Rock and Chris hurried for the door to the hallway, they saw the woman they'd expected approach from inside.
Before they even said hello, Rock said, "Shit, you now what Gibbons, when I saw the rain, when it was still falling lightly, I thought it was a meteor shower. Then it started getting harder, and my first thought was like, 'Oh god, we're going to get crushed to death!"
Gibbons reacted as if this were the funniest thing he'd heard, falling to his knees in convulsive laughter.