After the club closes and you're waiting at the taxi rank to get home, you sit under the awning of some closed shop pondering the night and watching cars go by.
A few moments pass, and just as the next round of taxis starts puliing up, out of the downpour drops an absolute stud, soaked through to the skin and looking like he's had quite the night too.
You look him over, watching beads of rain enjoying their moment as they slide into every crack and crevice of his solid chest and abs and think to yourself "maybe, just maybe, being a raindrop wouldn't be so bad after all..."

Now, you COULD go home, the taxis are ready to go, but with an offer like that would you?