This was a few weeks ago.
I cycled 100km, 80% of which was constant downpour.
At first an inconvenience, it wasn’t long before I reached 'peak wet' — so drenched that my clothes could hold no more water. And it didn't matter; I was at the edge and nothing could make it worse.
In fact I started to love it.
Perhaps when you’re fully immersed in what used to be a slight bother, the pain turns into the opposite.