Foul weather can instantly destroy your appearance – within minutes you can go from ‘Looking good’ to drowned rat or ugly duckling. I still marvel at the va-va-voom Miami Weather Girls on local TV dressed in tight, low cut, cocktail dresses, with big hair, teetering on high heels talking about meteorological conundrums.
Earlier, in a rain shower of epic proportions- I saw a guy who looked like a Mallard. He was dressed as though he just walked out of an REI catalog. From head to toe, he was rain proof and impregnable: logos were on every facet of his clothing. Swarms of rain soaked humanity floated by the dry and dapper dude.
I haven’t seen anybody tap dancing through mud puddles like Gene Kelly this last liquid two days. More people are thinking about ‘boats’ than ballroom.
Best advice? Google: “Ark”.
Oscar Wilde was right, “Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative“.
Even Wonder Woman cannot avoid the drenching-hair wrenching, wonders of water falling from the sky.
“There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting” George Carlin