Texas Rainstorm

It came! I was so afraid of missing it and it came! A real live washout come to drench everything and everyone without warning. It began with a little combo sun and drizzle at four thirty—classic sign of a tiger marrying a lion, my half Korean companion told me. Before any Ligers (or is it Tions? I never know) could be created, however, the sun went away and by five twenty we had real live rainstorm on our hands. The rain continued to intensify until about six when the rain was bulleting on windshields, wipers going back and forth at the speed that makes me laugh and still I couldn’t see. The streets were clogged with cars bobbing up and down in streams flying toward the sewers. When Toria and I were playing in it by six thirty the puddles in the sides of the streets were up higher than my ankles which may not sound like much but it was quite an adventure for us. We ran into the house from the car right before beginning our puddle splashing adventure and we were dripping from both clothes and hair. Everything really is bigger in Texas. The sky, the trucks, the highways, even the rain. I love it here.