Rain... (but not the depressing Somerset Maugham version)

I searched relentlessly until verily I was footsore, but before despair swallowed me, behold: I found an end to my quest, though not the end I sought. Thus laden with my bounty beyond price, I turned my eyes and feet homeward. I considered as I grew close to the outer darkness that perhaps my dearly bought treasure might serve better out of the bag than in it, but loathe was I to remove the tags and garb myself in that den of thieves.
Alas, bane was I unto myself, for under the dimming sky I stood and Lo! a drop of rain, and soon I was cowering and flying as if the very Balrog of Moria pursued. And so I reached home safely, though damper than had I listened to wisdom and put on my new raincoat.