Afternoon thunderstorms were forecast for the area
and they hit practically as if scheduled.
I left work just after the worst of the watery
onslaught had passed through, only to have my co-workers
and myself repeatedly splashed by passing drivers.
The rain let up enough so that I didn't get soaked between
buses or walking the last couple blocks
to the Natatorium.Which brings to mind another
little conundrum: why is it that I don't mind
swimming for more than an hour,
yet get all pissy because I have to go out
into the rain afterwards? I'm as fussy as a cat
about getting my feet wet, stepping around, leaping,
and dodging puddles as though I was was shod
in a pair of Jimmy Choo's finest satin pumps.
2 comments:
Well, for swimming you are dressed for the occasion, whereas going out in the rain is done in garments designed for dry surroundings.
Amazing skies in that shot.
When I get splashed by cars like that, some very choice profane words end up getting uttered. Sister Mary Margaret would not be pleased by my vocabulary at such moments.
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