Thursday, March 31, 2011
Now you have to understand, this isn't one of those southern showers where it rains really hard for an hour and the rest of the days is sunny and nice. This is the Pacific NW where everyday activities stop should the clouds part and reveal that strange blue color above them for two mintues. They could have filmed that scene from Independence Day when everyone stops to look up at the alien spaceship right here in Portland during the spring. They wouldn't have even had to pay for the extras. And that's what it has been like; every single day with heavy clouds and rain and wind. Even a hard-core third generation local like me has reached their limit. Actually, I reached my limit after day one but only because I've traveled the world and I know there are places that have sun outside of summer.
After a good long rainstorm...like our 30 days...there inevitably are thousands of worms laying in the sidewalk and on the street. I feel bad for them because it isn't easy running without squishing some of them.
It's not their fault either. I watched some animal planet special during a serious bout of boredom for which there are probably drugs advertised on TV. According to the special, they get washed out of their homes after rainstorms just like a tsunami washing out our second homes built right on the beach with a three foot sand drift between the ocean and total ruin. Duh.
Imagine their plight. There just laying at home watching reruns of Flipper when a huge rain wave of water floods their house and the next thing they know they're abandoned on some foreign street. No time to even leave a note posted to a pole that says "Look for me on 6th street."
And though my house hasn't been flooded and I haven't been washed down the street....worms...when it comes to rain...I feel your pain.
Thunk up by VE at 7:08 PM