Buckets of water pour down from the sky, and the sound of the rain falling becomes like the static on a TV as it is cranked up and commands your attention.
So often I find myself interrupted in conversation or during sleep by it's demanding will. I find it so incredible, that I have to open the window in my room and pop my hand out to feel just how hard it is coming down. I don't recall that even the Amazon rained this much!
If you thought the weather in Montana changes quickly, boy you're in for a shock. No kidding, five minutes or less for the change. It'll be bright blue in 1/2 the sky, and the guy next to you is getting rained on. Then, the woman behind five steps is caught up in fog and can't see her hand in front of her face!
I LOVE IT!! (As long as I brought my umbrella)
ps. I've gone through 3 umbrellas already and need yet another.
I wish I had a classic photo of myself as I stand in the rain getting poured on... holding an umbrella... that the wind has blown inside out and is filling with water. This has happened to me more than once. As I hold the thing, it really makes me wonder, "What is the point of one of these?"
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