Story about a rainy day

Sunday, 6am... Hubby silently gets up without waking his wife. He loads his mountainbike in the car and leaves.
When he gets to the trailhead it starts pouring rain. His morning is ruined so he decides to go home.
He arrives, undresses quietly, slips into bed, snuggles up to his wife and whispers in her ear:
- It's raining buckets.
And she replies:
- Ah, when I think of that jerk out riding his bike!