I'm very, very wet...

Damn the rain. And wind.

It's hurricane season here in the Caribbean. Judging by the weather our first two weeks, one would be hard pressed to know it was "hurricane season". We had blue skies, warm weather and lots of sun. But of course... now the rain has been pretty much continuous since last Thursday.

In that context, today I decided that I'd do a little extra rehearsing from 8-10. Normally I would have been in bed (for lack of anywhere else to sit) by that time. But of course, when I get out of rehearsal it's raining cats and dogs. The gate to Belaire Health and Fitness Club, where I stay with the kids, is locked. My key doesn't open said lock.

I was completely soaked from my head to my bare feet by the time I gave up trying to open the gate. SO what then do I do?

Why I climb the gate. Bare foot. Well... I climb the fence next to the gate. The fence leads to the field next to the club. then I climb the fence back to the Belaire side on the other side of the gate. (They really should reconsider that whole gate thing; because if I can do it in the rain it would be quite easy for anyone intent on entering when it's not raining.) But I digress.

After I climb the fence into the mud. Then climb back over into more mud. I wade through the small river that is the parking lot. It's rushing down hill as I try to run up. My sweat pants are heavy with water and falling off. My hair is dripping water in my eyes. I'm struggling with my clothes and bag as I try to run. And there's some weird keening/ beeping noise that was creepy and just made me run and struggle faster. I was thoroughly drenched by the time I jerked the misfitting door to our apartment open. Exhibit A

It could have been fun...were all that wetness intentional. I suggest the next summer storm, you go out and "feel the rain on your skin." I can't feel it for you.

And the rest is still UNwritten.