Nobody told me about bajareque

ok so the sky was blue when I left the house, so I left my jacket. Soon after, I was crossing Parque Central soaked and confused. It wasn't rain. It was bajareque, that misty drizzle that floats sideways and gets into everything. No sound, no drops, just wet. Locals walked through it like nothing was happening. I stood under a tree feeling like the only person who missed the memo. The jacket lives by the door now.