My least favorite memory of a trip to DHS ends with a severe thunderstorm that broke just as we boarded the tram for the parking lot. Real wrath-of-God kinda storm, we were soaked from the horizontal rain before we got to our row, and guess which end our car was parked on...
The other one.
On the ride home, running full heat (yes, in July) to dry us off, we heard on the radio that we were in a severe thunderstorm warning with a tornado watch, neither of which were announced in the park...