We don’t get very extreme weather. Well, some would consider -35c in January and +35c in July as pretty extreme, but it’s not an aggressive climate, and by that I mean we are fortunate that we do not suffer from tornadoes and hurricanes and other very destructive phenomena that afflict so many different parts of the globe. All that being said, the rain that came down last night, and then again this morning when I was out on the bike, was heavy!
Last night’s rain was part of an extremely loud thunder storm. It had been brewing all day with the 100% humidity and a ‘feels like’ temperature of close to 40c. When the clouds finally burst at around 7.00 p.m. it was a veritable cacophony of thunder and pounding rain. At times it looked as if it was simply falling in sheets and the wind was pushing it through the shrubs and trees in the garden leading us to worry that nothing was going to be left standing by the end of it all.
Today’s rain, which lasted all of five minutes, was big and heavy and very, very wet. Yes I know all rain is wet, but let me tell you not all rain is created equal. No, this rain was the kind that landed heavy on you and went through your clothes almost instantly. In no time my tyres were sending up the dreaded rooster tail of dirty wetness right up my arse and my feet were starting to feel the chill as the water seeped in through the many aeration holes on my Sidi’s.
And then just as soon as it started, it tailed off and then stopped completely. Within two kilometres the road was completely dry which led me to the conclusion that had I ventured west instead of east I would not have encountered this mini-storm at all. By the time I got home, the bike was dry, I was almost dry and if it was not for the tell take drying watermarks all over the frame you would never have believed that it rained rain the size of golf balls.