I’m starting to think that I should have looked into how to
survive writing a blog. I had intended to have two videos posted yesterday but
alas, it could not be. I will put them up when I get them. Survival rule number
one of writing a blog: don’t stress! Aaahah! So my intro and Christmas videos
will be late. Eh. I’m sure I will survive. In the mean time I thought I would
give you all something to keep the thumb twiddling to a minimum.. This is an
experience I had when I was living in Hawaii.
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| Photography by me |
Hawaii
Style Rainy Morning
Thunder rumbles and recedes, boiling tumultuously in the
inky night. The drumming crescendo of rain increases. Wet pounding on metal,
beating on broad leaves, churning in gutters, filling every corner and dip. The
bleak gray expanse of bloated clouds spread never-ending from ocean horizon
over mist shrouded jungle peaks and beyond. The steady rush of the chilling
downpour distorts anything further than 30 feet away. Its deafening drumming
increases to a roar. And it is time to wake up.
Large cool drops splat on my forehead and run steadily down my face and neck. My toes curl in my already drenched shoes. I splash quickly through the rain to the truck. The wipers beat back the torrent in a futile effort to increase visibility. All forward movement is a crawl. The hesitant drivers are fearful of one another and the increasingly violent weather.
Wind whips the trees and a flood warning screeches over the radio. Fast moving water overcomes the lower sections of the road and pools in dangerous puddles. A wall of water shoots from the slipping wheels as cars jerk and slowly slog through. The large torn and disfigured carcass of a dog lies over the yellow lines. A black plastic garbage can blows into the lane. We swerve and fight to maintain our places in the algid stream.
The traffic lights are out and police mill in clusters not bothering to direct a detour. All vehicles are herded south. All vehicle operators look fearfully at the muddy incline aware of the blaring mudslide warnings from the radio. Branches fall and litter the congested streets. Gutters are torn from roofs as dripping children run from their school buses in an oddly reversed morning routine. Garages flood and shoes are swiftly stolen by the creeping waterline.
As the pelting water increases and recedes in waves the sky lightens. The dreary shadowy dawn turns to cool whitish-gray.
Large cool drops splat on my forehead and run steadily down my face and neck. My toes curl in my already drenched shoes. I splash quickly through the rain to the truck. The wipers beat back the torrent in a futile effort to increase visibility. All forward movement is a crawl. The hesitant drivers are fearful of one another and the increasingly violent weather.
Wind whips the trees and a flood warning screeches over the radio. Fast moving water overcomes the lower sections of the road and pools in dangerous puddles. A wall of water shoots from the slipping wheels as cars jerk and slowly slog through. The large torn and disfigured carcass of a dog lies over the yellow lines. A black plastic garbage can blows into the lane. We swerve and fight to maintain our places in the algid stream.
The traffic lights are out and police mill in clusters not bothering to direct a detour. All vehicles are herded south. All vehicle operators look fearfully at the muddy incline aware of the blaring mudslide warnings from the radio. Branches fall and litter the congested streets. Gutters are torn from roofs as dripping children run from their school buses in an oddly reversed morning routine. Garages flood and shoes are swiftly stolen by the creeping waterline.
As the pelting water increases and recedes in waves the sky lightens. The dreary shadowy dawn turns to cool whitish-gray.
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