Remembering a funny epic rainstorm from last year.
I'd walked to the store for some pick-me-up pastry. The sky was charcoal and there was a lot of wind, so I more or less expected to be slightly damp when I got home. It was sprinkling when I left the store.
About thirty seconds later, it began to rain. It's about a twelve minute walk home, so I knew I was going to be wet.
Two minutes in and the sky opens up. I'm leaning into the wind to walk and navigating by blur, because my glasses haven't been upgraded with windshield wipers. About two blocks from home, a very nice woman pulls her minivan up and offers me a ride to wherever I'm walking. At middle-aged I'm still wary of 'strangers' so, No thanks, I can't get wetter than I am now. I give her a smile and a wave and she drives off.
Three. Two. One. Turns out I can get wetter.
There's an oceanic flood from the heavens. There is honestly more water than air in the atmosphere. The roar of rushing water drowns (heh) out the wind in my ears. I have to breathe through my mouth because my nostrils are functionally submerged.
I didn't know this much water could fall from a sky.
I wade through two blocks of that. The water is piling up on the road faster than it can clear, so every surface is "puddle." I'm navigating by memory. Walking is a cardio workout because all my clothing has gained, like, twenty pounds of weight for being utterly drenched. The grocery bags are half-filled with water. Didn't really need that pastry anyway.
Stairs up to the apartment are punishment. Water sploshes out of my shoes when I step.
When I get into the apartment, supporter calls out casually, Hey. Looks a little wet out there.
I'd walked to the store for some pick-me-up pastry. The sky was charcoal and there was a lot of wind, so I more or less expected to be slightly damp when I got home. It was sprinkling when I left the store.
About thirty seconds later, it began to rain. It's about a twelve minute walk home, so I knew I was going to be wet.
Two minutes in and the sky opens up. I'm leaning into the wind to walk and navigating by blur, because my glasses haven't been upgraded with windshield wipers. About two blocks from home, a very nice woman pulls her minivan up and offers me a ride to wherever I'm walking. At middle-aged I'm still wary of 'strangers' so, No thanks, I can't get wetter than I am now. I give her a smile and a wave and she drives off.
Three. Two. One. Turns out I can get wetter.
There's an oceanic flood from the heavens. There is honestly more water than air in the atmosphere. The roar of rushing water drowns (heh) out the wind in my ears. I have to breathe through my mouth because my nostrils are functionally submerged.
I didn't know this much water could fall from a sky.
I wade through two blocks of that. The water is piling up on the road faster than it can clear, so every surface is "puddle." I'm navigating by memory. Walking is a cardio workout because all my clothing has gained, like, twenty pounds of weight for being utterly drenched. The grocery bags are half-filled with water. Didn't really need that pastry anyway.
Stairs up to the apartment are punishment. Water sploshes out of my shoes when I step.
When I get into the apartment, supporter calls out casually, Hey. Looks a little wet out there.
