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plumtreeblossom) wrote2008-05-28 07:53 am
plumtreeblossom) wrote2008-05-28 07:53 am
Monsoon
Since yesterday's predicted thunder and hail storm appeared to have passed us over as little more than a simple shower, I decided to get some exercize and walk home from Harvard Square. But the walk turned out to be from Central Square -- the Red Line was halted indefinitely and I got out a stop earlier. There was just the faintest mist of rain, and I didn't even put up my umbrella because it felt good after sitting in the sweltering T. That is, until I was just passed Harvard Square.
This was when Act II of the storm began. It started coming down in sideways sheets, leaving no possibility of keeping dry. I dashed for shelter under the nearest tree, where several people were huddled. Among them was a sweet senior couple who were cuddling and kissing under a single umbrella. They were such a romantic sight that they actually made it worth being caught in the downpour. I hoped my Wabbit was somewhere safe from the storm.
A mile and a half to go, in thoroughly sopping shoes and socks. Squish, squish, squish. I stopped in Porter Exchange to text my sweetielove, then continued on under now sunny skies. I ran into my friend Joe having wine on his front porch, and stopped to chat. Squish, squish, squish, and finally I was home. Never has it felt more exquisite to take off my shoes and socks!
This was when Act II of the storm began. It started coming down in sideways sheets, leaving no possibility of keeping dry. I dashed for shelter under the nearest tree, where several people were huddled. Among them was a sweet senior couple who were cuddling and kissing under a single umbrella. They were such a romantic sight that they actually made it worth being caught in the downpour. I hoped my Wabbit was somewhere safe from the storm.
A mile and a half to go, in thoroughly sopping shoes and socks. Squish, squish, squish. I stopped in Porter Exchange to text my sweetielove, then continued on under now sunny skies. I ran into my friend Joe having wine on his front porch, and stopped to chat. Squish, squish, squish, and finally I was home. Never has it felt more exquisite to take off my shoes and socks!