The Monkey Exhibit

Yesterday we had an awesome thunderstorm. The skies first became ominously gray, reflecting the drab color on all local white structures. Then the clouds rolled in, blocking the sun as if it had gone down. Distinct bolts of lightening shot down from the sky in the distance out or windows at work. Then the rain came. It was a torrential downpour if there has ever been one. The rain was almost violent, seeking to pound in to submission anyone or anything that braved it. The rain rebounded multiple inches off cars in the parking lot, similar to the way a rock will bounce if you throw it hard enough straight down at the ground.

The souls who boldly entered the building at that time came in not only soaked to the bone, but also bruised from head to toe from the mortal beating the rain meted out. Yesterday, everyone was the rain’s redheaded stepchild. I’ll never forget the pockmarks that were left on small children by the driving rain as insensitive parents herded them into the building like miniature cattle. There was the man who wanted to shake my hand, but the rain had pierced it completely through in multiple places and I didn’t dare touch the open wounds. Yes, the rain was truly to be feared on this day.

So…torrential downpours and great lightening storms…do you like to watch, or do you whimper like a sniveling coward?