Last week Jon and I met up with some friends for dinner in Georgetown. As we were walking back home across the Key Bridge, we exchanged some, "I think it's starting to sprinkle," s. Before we were half-way across, the heavens opened up and dumped several thousands of gallons of water all over the DC metro area... and us.
No joke, it was like the scene in Forrest Gump where Tom Hanks is describing, "big ol' fat rain."
On the brighter side, it was warm outside, which made things nicer. Jon and I raced back home, laughing hysterically, soaking wet and squishing around in our shoes. Welcome to DC.
After getting into the elevator to get back to our place to dry off, one of the people next to us smiled and said, "They just sneak up on you sometimes." Good memories:)
One of my favorites:
1 comment:
I remember the surprise thunderstorms-- I got caught in one during my first few days in college. Welcome to the east coast, where the weather is always erratic!
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