It's raining, its pouring, the old man is......... really, really wet!

I have used the expression "drown rat" to describe many a situations. Like when we bath the dog or see someone cruelly throw a cat in the lake (wasn't me, promise). Not to mention after the kids jump in the pool or come home soaked from the gym. But the day we took these pictures was the first time I've ever used that term to describe my own precarious state of being.
R and I had been at the school for Mo's swim meet when it started to rain. We naively crowded under a not-so-huge deck umbrella and waited, in hopes it would die down enough to walk home. But after a half hour under the umbrella we came to the not-so-quick conclusion that it was a lost cause. We had no choice but to make a run for it. One..two..ready...GO! Instantly we were soaked, we walked the rest of the way.
Unfortunately, the pictures do not do justice to just how badly it was raining or how soaking wet we actually were by the time we arrived home. I might as well have stopped by the pool and gone for a swim, I wouldn't have looked any different.





These pictures of Mishy show a little better just how much rain had fallen in the course of about a half hour. There was approx. 4-6 inches of standing water in the street in front of our house.




FYI: Yes, the swim meet was cancelled because of the rain.