There was an old quarry in my home town that had been flooded by artesian springs. It was our “unofficial” swimming hole. The fact was, we were technically trespassing, but nobody ever bothered us unless we shot off illegal fireworks.
It was a great place for skinny-dipping, especially on a warm summer night. I remember one night in particular, it was hot and humid, so a bunch of us crowded into a couple cars and drove down to the quarry. Clothes were shed and placed on the ledge that served as the makeshift “shoreline”, and naked bodies, female and male, plunged into the refreshing spring-fed water. Suddenly, there was the sound of thunder, off in the distance. We could see some lightning near the horizon to the west, and realizing that most sudden summer evening storms seemed to travel from the west to the east, we decided to get out of the water and decide if we should wait for the lightning to pass, or if our evening swim had come to an end. We were getting dressed when the deluge hit. Heavy, cool, soft rain, falling in sheets, amazingly with only a gentle breeze moving the storm through. The lightning seemed to have dissipated as the rain started. There we were, a group of about ten young adults, standing naked in the rain.