A stranger offered me his tobacco pouch, and it was then I found my rainproof was a lady's, and therefore had no pipe in its pocket.
"Waiting for Daylight"
Henry Major Tomlinson
The Banded Epeira and the Silky Epeira, those experts in the manufacture of rainproof textures, lay their eggs high up, on brushwood and bramble, without shelter of any kind.
"The Life of the Spider"
J. Henri Fabre
About nine o'clock the mist changed into heavy rains, and we were soon drenched to the skin, for very few of us wore rainproof cloaks.
"My Reminiscences of the Anglo-Boer War"
Ben Viljoen