I am beginning to understand what Noah felt like. For Noah it rained for 40
days. For me, it has rained 15 of the past 16 days that I have been in Florida.
Twenty-five more days of rain and we can write another chapter for the
bible.
I live in Upstate New York where the weather is crappy 8 months
out of the year causing us to hibernate indoors like some burring animals. We
cover our windows and bundle up under heavy blankets and sleep a lot. While in
hibernation we dream of going to a Florida and the sunshine. Laying in the sun,
eating oranges, and drinking margaritas. It is the life that the great sage
Jimmy Buffet promised.
Most of the Florida day has warm blue skies. But
as the humidity rises in the afternoon the clouds and storms move in. The rain
is usually patient and waits for us to head to the parks, and then greets us
with a down pour. Our park visits have been mostly dark skies, thunder, and
soaking rains.
Our ponchos are so well used that we've had to replace
one already. The ponchos are not made for someone my size and looks more like I
am wearing a ridiculously long shirt than a poncho. It doesn't little to protect
the bottom half of my body.
We
have become expert at slipping our ponchos on when we step outside. And slipping
them off when we step inside, shake them dry, and quickly fold. Others are not
as expert as we. We were eating at a quick service when a lady remove her poncho
and shook is dry, and by doing so drenched us and our meals with shower of
water. "Hay! Hay! Hay!" was answered with "Oh, sorry". We purposefully attempted
to stay dry and ended wet anyways.
When it rains it pours and the water
puddles up. People don't care - they charge right through the deep puddles thus
kicking water on everyone else. One mother's little angle was jumping in every
puddle sending a spray of dirty mud into the crowd. Our shoes fill with water.
Attractions shutdown when it thunders. Water parks close. Most of animal kingdom
becomes useless. Rides like Test Track are unavailable. And monorails stop
working. Yesterday, a lightening strike hit the monorail system causing hundreds
of passengers to be stranded twenty feet in the air in a baking oven until the
fire department could rescue them.
We
get thunderstorms in New York. Just not every single day!
We arrived at
Epcot and headed to our first fast pass: test tack. The building was in sight
just steps away when a bolt of lightening dropped from the sky and destroyed our
plans. Test track closed. As we stood there is disbelief with the cast member
blocking our path forward, they sky opened and an ocean of rain fell on our
misery.
God has a funny sense of humor. Perhaps we was paying us back
for missing the water park yesterday by turning Epcot into his own water park.
By the time we grabbed for the ponchos we were already soaked - what was the
point?
As ridiculous as I looked, I put mine on and we continued with
our Epcot adventure - dodging rain drops by jumping into as many little shops
and bakeries as we could.
I could smell the delicious goodness of the
Germany bakery from far away and let my nose guide me to it. They were taking
the caramel and cream candy known as Werthers and melting it overtop popcorn,
brownies, apples, and every imaginable sweet. The temptation was too great so I
bought a bag of Werthers. It was Werthers for the weather. As I ate one, the
world suddenly became a brighter place. The clouds parted. The sun came out. And
through the Magic of Disney, a perfect double rainbow appeared over my head!
Maybe
all this rain isn't so bad after all.
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