Usually I'm pretty good at judging the weather, and if it might rain I bring along an umbrella to ward off the downpour. This trick always works: I am never rained on if I remember to grab my umbrella.
You can guess where this is going. The weather system came from the south instead of its usual northwest origin, so when I glanced out my apartment window I saw nothing but blue skies. No umbrella needed: let's go!
Ten minutes into the walk, it started to sprinkle. Fifteen minutes in, it started to rain in earnest. Thinking it wouldn't last very long, we took cover under some trees.
Five minutes later, it started to pour. The trees began to drool on us. A lot. We though surely the deluge was almost over. The skies laughed at us, and rained harder.
We finally decided to make a run for some shop overhangs about a block away. We arrived, totally soaked, and waited out ten more minutes of torrential downpour.
Then, figuring it was over, we continued our walk. You're laughing at me now, right? Yeah, we definitely didn't learn our lesson, and had to run for cover under the doorway of a church ten minutes later. That rain band took twenty minutes to pass, and then we really did beeline for home!
We commented a couple of times, while soaked and waiting, that we should have turned back earlier, or brought a phone so my boyfriend could come pick us up in the car. But we had lots to chat about, and all I remember now is how fun it was to run and laugh through the rain like we were kids again, and you know what?
If I had to do it again, I'd still forget that umbrella :)
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In our early dating days my boyfriend and I were walking downtown when a downpour hit. We took cover under the canopy of a restaurant and he wrapped his arms around me and we just watched the rain and all the people scurrying around. It's one of my fav moments. :)
@ Karen - aww, that is so romantic! I feel like rain gets such a bad rap sometimes. Though three days of rain, plus flooding, like we've had here this week is a bit much!
I love walking in the rain--but I do prefer an umbrella. LOL.
The important thing is you were with someone whose company you enjoyed.
Aw, this story is adorable!
Do you remember when had that massive rainfall back in 2005? The National Archives flooded and buildings in DC closed down? My sister and I did a rain dance during that storm (which consisted of us jumping and stomping our feet in the rain) and it was so fun! One of my favorite memories with her.
@ Maria - it's the people we're with that make all the difference, isn't it?
@ Caroline - haha I can picture that! It's crazy how sometimes the randomest things make the best memories :)
Oh this is cute. I have to admit, sometimes taking the long road or the strange one is the most satisfying. Happy Monday Lynn:)
Cute story! Karen's story reminded me of how romantic rain can be, too -- just before I went to Iraq, my husband and I were out in San Diego in the rain. I remember kissing him under our umbrella, waiting for a walk sign at one of the corners in the Gaslamp district -- it was one of those silly little memories I held onto during our year apart. You're right, rain does get a bad rap.
(And you're better prepared than I am -- I hardly ever remember to bring an umbrella, despite the inevitability of rain around here!)
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