Now he had triggered the manor's sprinkler system and was soaked head to toe, his curls sogged and his clothes sticking to his skin. Deciding that apparently the Lord was pulling a Job on him, Aziraphale decided to stand there and take it, resisting the urge to beat his head on a tree or fly back to his room, curl up in bed and never leave.

Aziraphale sighed, letting his head hang limply. At least there weren't any children around, he thought musingly. He spat a bit of water out of his mouth.