When Cincinnati Turns Into Antigua
It’s pouring down rain this morning. Has been for hours now.The drops have turned into sheets which the wind has turned horizontal and the puddles have formed streams. I stalled as long as I could, lingering over coffee and scone at the coffee shop and chatting with Courtney. But at last I had to face the young monsoon without.
I stuck my work shoes in a plastic bag to carry, put on flip flops, opened my umbrella, and hiked my ankle-length skirts up to just above my knees so as to try and keep them from being soaked in the splashes that sloshed up my legs. When I got in to work I rinsed the grime from my feet and patted them dry with paper towels, then put on the work shoes.
Taking the bus can be a bit of a safari at times.
August 1st, 2006 at 4:17 pm
I love rain. I decided to dance in it once when I was in junior high, having seen, you know, old movies where people are hopping around singing, “I’m singing in the rain…” By the time my mother came home, I was sopping wet clogging around in huge puddles among hail, thunder and very close lightning. My mother almost dropped her girdle. She hauled me inside and gave me an enormous talking to. I still don’t see what the big deal was. I’m short - like the lightning’s really not going to be able to find something taller than me to go through.
By the way, I replied to your comment on my Cup of Language post, but I don’t know if it automatically sends it to you or not, since I replied on my own site, so just in case, I thought I’d let you know.