Thirsting in a Rainstorm ...

OK, not a rainstorm..like a freakin’ monsoon. I had gotten drenched at the bus stop and so decided to wait it out at the subway stop. It actually subsided..for about 10 seconds…I made it to the over pass and the heavens opened but that’s not all…the wind went crazy, the rain went sideways and debris started flying. I was paralyzed yet twirling around..trying to keep myself vertical..I knew staying dry was out of the question. A thought went through my mind..”this could be it, this is where my life is going to end…under a freakin’ overpass near the subway station, merely blocks from home.” Okay, maybe not all those thoughts or not those ones exactly..but close enough. My life may have flashed in front of me..sadly, it wasn’t interesting enough to pay attention. My main thought really as I tried to stay alive one more day and looked out to the extremely wet, leaky skies and water bloated street was ” God, am I thirsty..wish I would have bought that bottle of water for $2.25. I almost wanted to rush out into the glut of standstill traffic and raise my head up to the emptying sky…so much water, so much thirst, so unfair. But I resisted, I survived, I went back to the station, and waited it out. My dress was pasted to me but I was standing..more or less…And the storm passed and I walked home…past huge trees brought down in a matter of minutes, having crashed into soccer fields, cars, homes, you name it. I had survived it, drenched but no worse for the wear, not really. I walked by a guy on the bike path who was limping horribly..looked like a broken toe. Was that toe the reason he was still standing, having rushed to get out of the storm and stubbing it big time? Who knows…but it wouldn’t surprise me.