You Make Me Wet

Since Friday the Cascade Mountains have had over a foot of rain. Seattle has had over 8 inches - today alone it had 3.5.

November is always the wettest month. But this is above and beyond.

The storm drains are clogged with the cement of rotting leaves. The saturated ground is screaming "No more!" and forcing the rain into puddles. The puddles overflow in raging torrents that use the street as their riverbed, and cars for white water inducing boulders.

It is fantastic.

I was riding the Dart - a short bus of sorts that goes from work to the train station - we were the last one down the street before it was shut down to all traffic. As we were driving through the "James Street River" the water was coming into the bus as high as the second step.

I missed the first train, but boarded the second and got to the station at home with no problem. But, unfortunately it was then that I realized that I had left my car keys at work.

I trudged through mid-calf-high streams all the way home - the wind buffetting my umbrella and encouraging it to invert into yet another water vessel.

I can safely say that it is the first time I have come home from work with pruney toes.

I love this time of year.