Back in the day when I lived in Belgium and I had a house and a car, my neighbors knew what was going to happen when I washed my car or the windows of the house … it would rain.
If I ventured outside on a Friday night with a bucket and sponge and one of them had plans, such as a trip to an amusement park, a camping trip or a wedding, they would approach me and say “Oh no you don’t. Take that bucket back inside this instant.”
They knew, as soon as I washed something, it would rain within twenty four hours.
Times have changed, but my bad luck hasn’t.
When I go out on an overcast day and see no need for sunglasses, sure enough the sun will come out.
When the sun shines and I don’t pack an umbrella, you guessed it, it will rain.
Yesterday was no different. Being Wednesday night we were about to go out for league bowling. What to wear was a no brainer. With a sweltering heat of 35 deg C (95 deg F) I opted for shorts and tank top.
Even though thunder showers were predicted, we didn’t see the need for an umbrella. After all, Toronto had blue skies, with not a cloud in sight.
By the time we came out of the bowling alley, we faced a slightly different situation. It was raining, not hard, but definitely more than just a drizzle.
“Shall we walk or take a cab home?” Dieter asked.
“Walk,” I said, without hesitation. I had just spend three hours in a hot bowling alley (the A/C is broken), and I could do with a little cooling off. Besides, it was raining water, not bricks, and I’m not afraid of getting a little wet.
No sooner were we hundred feet on our way home or the rain increased, and as we went along it started raining harder and harder.
We had a choice, we could either moan and groan about this impromptu shower, or do like Gene Kelly and give our rendition of “Singing in the Rain”.
We stuck to singing and splashing a few puddles, if we had added the whole dance routine … we might have ended up on YouTube.
While we were walking/running, we were also talking to the good Lord, saying “Hold it, hold it, hold on just a minute.”
And apparently He was listening. No sooner were we under the safety of the canopy of our condo building or the rain just came pouring down. It went from raining to a torrential downpour in a matter of seconds.
The bad news ... we were wet from head to toe. My hair was plastered to my head and my feet went squish squash in my shoes. As for my clothes … well, let’s just say if I had walked in on a wet T-shirt (tank top) competition, I wouldn’t have been out of place.
The good news ... we didn't have to shower anymore.