Swimming home

No, not swimming home to Canada, just back to my apartment through the deluge of rain. It was unbelievable! Rain poured, wind gusted, and the streets had become rivers. My shoes were soaked in a matter of minutes. There was no point in trying to avoid puddles, since the whole city had become one. My umbrella was being whipped around, always on the verge of flipping inside out, and constantly whacking me in the head. My coat was soggy, and heavy with water that was being blown at me from all angles. My pants were saturated up to my knees.

Of course the walk home was made all the more pleasant by the cars that zipped by, spraying large waves in my direction, without the slightest effort to slow down. I couldn't even control my movements, the wind was so strong it tossed me from side to side like a rag doll. Crossing the road, I almost got creamed by a car because the wind resistence in my umbrella practically stopped me in my tracks! I thought at any moment I was going to be swept up up and away, like a hapless Mary Poppins. In the arduous crossing of the last road, I actually yelled out "WTF??" at....I don't know...the weather, the sky, whatever, I guess. In the final stretch, as I walked down my lane, my feet squishing and my frozen claw of a hand trying desperately to cling to my umbrella, I just started to laugh. Really, it was just so ridiculous!

my walk home...ha!

Now all is well. I'm all cozy in my pjs, my shoes drying in front of the heater, and of course a tasty paralyser to relax with. So this is spring in China!