This is strange, but I don't remember being in the rain when I was a child. I walked to school for six years, so I must have been in the rain several times. I do recall having a pastel blue umbrella. I also recall one hurricane when I was really small, and I was watching the rain hit the window.
The only story I have about rain is that my cousin and I one day dragged out all my little toy furniture and doll carriages, so we could "play house". We stopped playing after a while, and then I was "too tired" to lug it all back into the house and upstairs. All my "precious belongings" were still there when it got dark, and someone said it was going to rain overnight. In those days, toy stoves and washing machines were metal. I thought they'd rust. I started to cry, thinking about how everything would be out in the rain all night long. One of my parents said, "The next time, you'll remember to bring your toys in."
All these decades later, I would say the moral to that story is: "It wouldn't have killed my parents to go stick the toy appliances inside the toy crib, and put them up on the back porch. I was only about 4 years old! :)