David and I were having a random conversation the other day about some really strange fringe religions out there (he brought up Scientology as an example). I told him that these modern fringe religions weren't any more strange than Greek Mythology, where they created gods for everything. He said, "Ya, like rain is really supposed to be Zues crying!?" Not exactly what I meant, but alright.
So later that same day we were walking outside and it started to rain lightly. David calls it "spitting". I look up at the sky and point my finger in disgust as I yell out, "Quit spitting on me Zues!"