Walking in the rain

It's been crazy going lately.

When I go to work, it's getting on to Noon. And it's sweltering. Stand-under-the-tree-in-shade-and-pant hot. Then when I AM at work, it rains. Then when I leave around 9.30PM, it's dry and slightly cooler. Ok, that doesn't sound too bad, actually.

But I finally got caught in all those passing showers. Walking home with dinner in tow. Suddenly there was a gust, then there was rain. No preamble, no warning. And me about 5 minutes from home. I shuffle into the mincing, akward, shambling run women do when they're in heels. Heh. No go. I run like a retarded idiot for a 30 seconds, and then my sandals get too slippery to do anything more than walk.

But the rain let's up! Ok, so I think I'm good with the walking. And it pours 30 seconds later. Again. This time I just give in and walk in the rain...... I'm drenched in under a minute; and I'm trying to zip my handbag up, protect my ciggie, tie off the plastic bag holding my dinner and not trip and twist an ankle all at the same time. GGrrrrrr.

The last time I walked in the rain, I was in tshirt & shorts, and slippers. I didn't run. I slowed down. Got strange looks from people scurrying for shelter, but it actually got to the point where I was grinning like a mad idiot, strolling in the rain, and ENJOYING myself.

Heh - you try that with your young'uns here. You'll hear shrieks from all the related females around. Come in! You'll get wet! You'll fall sick! Get back here! Now!


There's something therapeutic about walking in the rain. In the right outfit, of course. Heh!