Greg, my stoic and unemotional husband, arrived home drenched from the steady downpour. The rain had clung to him, making his clothes clasp his body like a second skin. Unfazed by the wetness, he held onto a grocery bag. As he stepped through the front door, he declared his arrival with a simple yet unwavering, "I'm home." He carefully placed the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and began removing his wet attire, leaving trails of rainwater in his wake.