Today was the first significant rainfall that the drought-stricken Southland has seen in months. In fact, this is the first significant rainfall I experienced since ditching my car. What’s a girl to do? Get a little wet, I suppose!
I was on the verge of ordering a Lyft to get to work today. The thought of wet boots and frizzy hair throughout the work day didn’t appeal to me. As I thought about it, the thought of being a wimp appealed to me less. I may be sweet as sugar, but that doesn’t mean I’ll melt! I threw my hair in a bun and put on some old boots, and I was good to go.
Some portions of the sidewalk were a bit flooded when walking to the train station. I had to taking a running jump to cross the large puddles. The intersection of Normandie and 6th had so much standing water that cars were spraying it onto the sidewalk. How I managed to avoid getting a deluge of muddy water to the face is beyond me.
I made it to work in record time. Thank you, Metro! After hearing everyone’s horror stories of this morning’s messy traffic, I became even more satisfied with my decision to take the subway. Luckily a train underground doesn’t have rain delays. I was on the clock before 9:00 while my colleagues slowly trickled in, already frazzled from the circus of the freeways.
I work on the 35th floor of one of the tallest buildings on the West Coast. Just after my lunch break, the storm was so strong that you could feel the building shake. There was no visibility. The force of the rain pounded loudly against the steel and glass. It was quite the experience.
By the time I was heading home, the rain and ceased. Everything was wet and clean. Los Angeles had gotten the bath she so desperately needed. The downside: all the dried dog poop along the sidewalk is now wet and ready to ruin your favorite shoes!