I’ve learned from sad experience that kids seem to think the rain will miss them, personally. It makes for wet kids, wet clothes and a drippy mess wherever they walk. My own Favorite Daughter didn’t ever seem to have enough sense to come in out of the rain, and then would complain because she was wet and cold.
Children’s getting wet is one of the things I don’t care about, as long as they put their wet clothes in the laundry basket - unballed, right side out, pockets empty - and their wet shoes in the garage. Of course, that is Too Much To Ask ...
In spite of having what I think is a very tolerant disposition towards youth adventures - “Sure, whatever, just get your mess cleaned up.” - somehow I’m cast as the Ogre of the Western World. It’s one of life’s mysteries!