The closest thing they have on organic planets are sandstorms, except you can't get an infection from the sand itself if you're caught out in one. [His whole chassis shakes on his suspension, not unlike a dog shaking its coat out.

While she's lifting up the door, he executes a neat 3-point turn and backs deftly into the garage as soon as it's open enough to admit him. He comes to a stop once inside and seems to settle a little on his tires. Relieved to be out of the rain? Well, who wouldn't be?]

My name's Knock Out, by the by.