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It was beautiful out today when I left for work. Sunny with just a bit of cloud and a nice cool breeze. Apparently, the weather faeries took it upon themselves to use this gorgeous day to listen to my complaints about the day before which had been unbearably hot and muggy as all hell.
I come out tonight, and it is cold and it is raining. Not a nice summer drizzle, no, this is Lake Cowichan Rain. We call it that because it doesn't rain anywhere like it does in Lake Cowichan (the town I grew up in). There, it rains so hard, that you actually have to turn your windshield wipers off in order to be able to see out of the window at all. It rains so hard that a trip to the end of the driveway and back gets you soaked down to your underthings. Not a word of exaggeration. I grew up in a valley in a rain forest. I know rain. When you cannot see in front of you because it is raining so hard, THAT is rain.
Strangely enough, there wasn't a lot of flooding. I guess our village was built in a good spot, only the houses on the river bank had to worry about flooding, but I digress.
Tonight's rain would ease off, and there were times when it outright stopped. Then it would start again, and the sky would open up and just pour! I comfort myself with a warm coffee and the knowledge that it is good for the trees. But damn! I wasn't ready for this walking home wearing capris and a tank top with no jacket!
The weather faeries are trying my patience
They had better let it be nice on Sunday or else!
--Phae
I come out tonight, and it is cold and it is raining. Not a nice summer drizzle, no, this is Lake Cowichan Rain. We call it that because it doesn't rain anywhere like it does in Lake Cowichan (the town I grew up in). There, it rains so hard, that you actually have to turn your windshield wipers off in order to be able to see out of the window at all. It rains so hard that a trip to the end of the driveway and back gets you soaked down to your underthings. Not a word of exaggeration. I grew up in a valley in a rain forest. I know rain. When you cannot see in front of you because it is raining so hard, THAT is rain.
Strangely enough, there wasn't a lot of flooding. I guess our village was built in a good spot, only the houses on the river bank had to worry about flooding, but I digress.
Tonight's rain would ease off, and there were times when it outright stopped. Then it would start again, and the sky would open up and just pour! I comfort myself with a warm coffee and the knowledge that it is good for the trees. But damn! I wasn't ready for this walking home wearing capris and a tank top with no jacket!
The weather faeries are trying my patience
They had better let it be nice on Sunday or else!--Phae
