Rain Is My Kryptonite
It’s thunderstorm season. I should know that. I’ve lived here forever. And yet, recently, I have often found myself stuck without an umbrella, covering head and shoulders with an old T-shirt or an old issue of this fine publication (the wider pages would have come in handy; the smaller edition just doesn’t cut it). I usually end up cursing the rain.
Screw you rain, I will say. Or worse.
During the last major T-storm, I was riding back to work on a Metro bus. We had just passed 14th and Irving Streets NW when the bus pulled over and idled. A minute passed. The rain beat hard on the bus roof. Ping. Ping. Ping. Finally, a man sweating through his undershirt hollered to the bus driver a serious what-the-hell-is-going-on!
The bus driver complained that the doors had stopped working. He couldn’t close the doors. He said he could close them but not through the authorized way. He had to call the home office.
The home office told him he had to wait for repairs. The rain started to sound a lot meaner. We could wait it out on the bus or leave. I left. I ended up running home—five long blocks—and getting soaked. Awesome.
Last night, I was all the way across town at the D.C. Jail when the rain hit. Can I confess something? I started to get scared. I thought about bailing, pulling over and waiting out the thunder and lightning around 10th and S Streets NW. I am genuinely freaked that a tree will topple onto my car and I will die. I kept thinking: Which are the ugly streets without old trees?
Thank God for the new Target complex. No old trees!
So I stuck with it and made it home and even found a parking space. I picked up an old hoodie from the trunk of my car, wrapped it around my head, and scampered home. My pants and backpack got soaked. But I was just glad to be home.




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June 11th, 2008 at 10:22 am
I can understand the fear/dislike for rain when it’s cold, but if it’s hot *and* your on your way home, what’s the big deal…it’s just water…
June 11th, 2008 at 10:26 am
But what about lightning and thunder and falling trees. When I was in college, a student got hit with a falling tree branch and died.
June 11th, 2008 at 11:49 am
I loathe rain, and hate to get wet also. I wish it rained only during weeknights from midnight to 5 AM.
June 11th, 2008 at 1:35 pm
I was totally convinced I’d be killed by a tree driving home from The Promotion yesterday. An especially awful death considering the crappiness of the movie.