Had a great evening. All hell broke loose outside but we made some coffee, sat on the balcony covered by towels and watched the thunderstorm.
Got soaked too and the coffee soon grew cold but it was fun anyway. It is just like a Broadway show or movie: you have special effects, sound, a wind machine and some
guy pouring water down.

In this context: We got into the habit of yelling: "The intern...the intern..." when something like that occurs in a movie. We do that since somebody pointed out that whenever it rains or something is thrown in from the side of the screen there probably is a low-paid intern somewhere on the set who has to throw the bucket of water/the fake snowflakes/the feathers onto the set (and probably clean them up afterwards..)