On my last night in Moshi, I was awoken to the sound of rain clamoring on the rooftop and the torrential sound of water cascading off the rooftop. For that night, I remained sleepless in Moshi.
It seems the rain disturbed more than my personal nighttime pattern, as I was greeted the next morning to this guy seeking refuge from the rain in my shower. He won, I went showerless in Moshi.
Interestingly, this validated my decision to embrace the practical functionality of the mosquito net provided to me in my room. Strange Victory.