a little fun with the weather
Jun. 25th, 2008 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sophiaserpentiaI had a little fun with the weather yesterday afternoon. As i was leaving work the wind was picking up, and each second i could feel more little droplets of rain hitting me. I looked around, looked up, and this little voice inside me said, "Go back inside. Right. Now."
I turned right around, and five steps later (just as i came under the overhang) the rain started coming down. A couple more steps and it was a downpour. By the time i was back inside the entranceway the water was coming down in sheets - it looked like someone was just dumping water out of a large bucket or something. Over the next 90-120 seconds i'd swear it must have rained an inch.
My luck with storms has always worked this way. When i was five i was out in the backyard behind my parent's townhouse when the wind started picking up. The next door neighbor looked out at me through his sliding glass door and pointed at my house meaningfully, as a way of telling me "it's time to go inside." The back door was locked, though, so i ran around to the front as the rain and wind picked up. I go in the front door and run around back to see the downpour begin in earnest... and noted then a big piece of roofing tiles which the wind had torn off and which had fallen onto the very spot where i'd been standing maybe a minute before.
I've had near misses from hurricanes, too. Well, okay, Hugo wasn't a near miss. But i've had several. Hurricane Andrew was to have made landfall right along the part of the coast where we lived, in Delray Beach; instead at the last hour it swerved south and hit south of Miami. We lived less than a mile off the coast and if Andrew had hit us directly we'd have been wiped away along with our entire home, the way the storm did to many of the folks in its path. Then there were Isidore and Lili in 2002, which somehow didn't rain doom down on New Orleans. I also... for various reasons do not believe it was chance that i had moved away from New Orleans before Katrina.
Maybe there's a storm goddess watching out for me.
I turned right around, and five steps later (just as i came under the overhang) the rain started coming down. A couple more steps and it was a downpour. By the time i was back inside the entranceway the water was coming down in sheets - it looked like someone was just dumping water out of a large bucket or something. Over the next 90-120 seconds i'd swear it must have rained an inch.
My luck with storms has always worked this way. When i was five i was out in the backyard behind my parent's townhouse when the wind started picking up. The next door neighbor looked out at me through his sliding glass door and pointed at my house meaningfully, as a way of telling me "it's time to go inside." The back door was locked, though, so i ran around to the front as the rain and wind picked up. I go in the front door and run around back to see the downpour begin in earnest... and noted then a big piece of roofing tiles which the wind had torn off and which had fallen onto the very spot where i'd been standing maybe a minute before.
I've had near misses from hurricanes, too. Well, okay, Hugo wasn't a near miss. But i've had several. Hurricane Andrew was to have made landfall right along the part of the coast where we lived, in Delray Beach; instead at the last hour it swerved south and hit south of Miami. We lived less than a mile off the coast and if Andrew had hit us directly we'd have been wiped away along with our entire home, the way the storm did to many of the folks in its path. Then there were Isidore and Lili in 2002, which somehow didn't rain doom down on New Orleans. I also... for various reasons do not believe it was chance that i had moved away from New Orleans before Katrina.
Maybe there's a storm goddess watching out for me.
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PS -- Reminds me of being at a nudist camp with a friend, and feeling the raindrops alight softly on my sun-warmed skin, then watching her walk off to have some 'private time.' "I have to go talk to my mother."