Rainy Days

I’m never prepared for the rainy season. I hate lugging around umbrellas, so I never bring one around. Raincoats are out of the question, since I don’t own one and will never use one either (too old school). I’d much rather walk in the rain and get soaking wet.

I never liked driving while it rains too. Aside from the atrocious traffic a heavy downpour can cause, it also brings about huge floods and ankle deep puddles.

Why do I complain about puddles and floods while driving, you ask? The answer is quite simple, I hate cleaning cars. It’s such a hassle to clean cars once it has rained; especially when you drive through some murky, green waters of god knows what.

My father doesn’t believe in Car Wash services. He believes in elbow grease and our trusty old bucket. Most of my childhood was spent cleaning his car and motorcycle and being sopping wet all the time.

My father owns an off roads jeep, it takes on great speeds (I was never late for a class) and is naturally perfect for rocky terrain. As any other jeep would have it, it has no windows. When it rains, you obviously get a bit wet, that’s something I’ve gotten used to over time.

Now, when the streets get flooded, driving around in the jeep gets risky. We usually drive a bit slower (which isn’t much really, since the family likes drive really fast) since we don’t want to cause any tidal waves of murky, green water and shower unsuspecting pedestrians with radioactive goop. However, there are still some inconsiderate idiots out there who drive at top speed and cause tiny tsunamis of the aforementioned goop.

I hate it when these half-brained drivers zoom by our jeep and cause huge tidal waves to come my way (since I sat in the passenger’s seat). Instinctively I usually duck and pray that my uniform won’t get soiled. I’ve had my fair share of murky, green water, that’s all I can say.

While in driving school, I had the misfortune of driving while it rained. With my instructor next to me, he told me to stay calm and just imagine that the sun was shinning. Yeah right, I thought. Just as I was about to enter the Reclamation area, some idiot had to fly by our car, obviously not seeing the “student driver” sign slapped on the ass of the car, causing a huge wave of muddy water to splash against my window.

What did I do?

I screamed and ducked. Mind you, I still passed driving school.

As much as I love walking through the rain and getting sick, driving through it is a whole other story. Especially if it involves radioactive water that floods the streets. Not until we invent water-repelling car windows, I’m not driving through any flooded streets.

Just give me an icebox and I’ll ride that across the flooded streets. Now I’m ready for the rainy season.