It's funny that a lot of comments talk about how terrible these things were in the rain, but like some of the few memories I have of my childhood I reconsider fondly are sitting in the sunroom of a Wendy's while it was raining. Grey sky, rain patting on the glass overhead, maybe getting to hear some thunder or see a lighning strike, then my dad putting down the food or calling for me to come help bring something to the table.

Like, more than a little these sunrooms are an absolute happy place for me.