“Do you have your umbrella?” asked the Prince.
“No,” I replied, looking at the window at the pouring rain. “The sun was bloody shining this morning.”
“Well, how are you planning on getting here then?” he asked.
“I’ll take the train - I won’t get too wet, the walk to the station is mostly undercover.”
It’s amazing what seems to be “mostly undercover” when the weather is fine is completely inadequate during a freak storm. Half the crossroads were completely flooded, and I joined groups of pedestrains wading through the ankle-deep water. Of course, most of them had umbrellas (who are these freakishly organised people with umbrellas? I guess they watch the weather forecast) and I heard some of them chuckle as I dashed past them, hair dripping around my neck. I’m not sure why I was bothering to dash, as the rain was so heavy it was like standing under a shower - I was completely soaked already. I stood on the train and dripped, and then sat damply in the car after the Prince picked me up, feet sloshing inside little puddles in my shoes.
We drove past several flooded creeks, but the rivers near our house were tamely below the bridges. I haven’t checked the tanks, but I’m certain they’re full again - we’ve been really fortunate since we moved away from town water access with the amount of rain we’ve been getting. Today, of course, the sky is clear and blue, and the sun is merrily shining, but I expect it will turn into a storm later on. I’ve seen its treachery before.
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9 February, 2008 at 1:27 pm
When I went to NYC for the very first time, and had a broken leg and a walking cast, and was taking the subway by myself for the very first time, it was, of course, pouring rain. I was trying to be really careful not to get my broken leg wet. Just as I was doing so, I managed to dip my foot down and bring it up in just a way that took, probably the entire puddle, up into the air and down through the front of the cast, where it ran down through to the back of the cast and splashed halfway up my leg. Nothing is better than sopping wet feet and six blocks to walk to a walk-up in Manhattan.
10 February, 2008 at 4:59 am
They did this experiment on MythBusters on Discovery Channel once which proved that dashing in the rain actually makes you more wet than if you were to walk normally
10 February, 2008 at 8:22 pm
Heh - looks like I chose the wrong method of rain avoidance then.
12 February, 2008 at 1:02 pm
Oh yeah…’cause it’s like you’re running into the rain that is already there, but if you walk, the rain won’t fall fast enough to hit you while you go. I ponder that sometimes.
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