He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of an heavy rain.

How I hate the sight of an umbrella!

I begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than I did, and am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration, or a metaphor in every corner of the room. Could my Ideas flow as fast as the rain in the Storecloset it would be charming.

He then departed, to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain.