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Now, I know some people (like those currently in Florida) will say this is nothing. Plus, when it comes to weather issues, this doesn't hold a candle to Mother Nature going all manic-depressive in Texas, but....
Picture, if you will, a relatively sunny day in South Carolina. Our hero (me) is watching TV, when all of a sudden, God Almighty says "Let there be a huge motherfucking storm that only lasts 10 minutes. Because I like fucking with people in South Carolina." Rain, thunder, lightning. And I swear, I heard hail hitting the windowsills and windows. Hail. In fucking June.
The power blinks a few times, but like I mentioned, after about 10 minutes, it's down to light rain and not much else.
Time passes. I need more beverages, so it's downstairs and around the corner to the quicky-market. Only when I get downstairs, the bottom floor is swamped. It rained so hard that it flowed inside the building. Outside the building, there are a few trees branches that were snapped off by the wind, and one of the windows in the bagel place next door had shattered. Not because of a branch hitting it. Just the wind.
Right now, the ground floor of the building smells like a cross between a swamp and a port-o-let at a Kid Rock concert where the weed was mixed with Ex-Lax. It is about 437% humidity outside. At least, that's what it felt like.
And this is just the first summer storm of the year.
Picture, if you will, a relatively sunny day in South Carolina. Our hero (me) is watching TV, when all of a sudden, God Almighty says "Let there be a huge motherfucking storm that only lasts 10 minutes. Because I like fucking with people in South Carolina." Rain, thunder, lightning. And I swear, I heard hail hitting the windowsills and windows. Hail. In fucking June.
The power blinks a few times, but like I mentioned, after about 10 minutes, it's down to light rain and not much else.
Time passes. I need more beverages, so it's downstairs and around the corner to the quicky-market. Only when I get downstairs, the bottom floor is swamped. It rained so hard that it flowed inside the building. Outside the building, there are a few trees branches that were snapped off by the wind, and one of the windows in the bagel place next door had shattered. Not because of a branch hitting it. Just the wind.
Right now, the ground floor of the building smells like a cross between a swamp and a port-o-let at a Kid Rock concert where the weed was mixed with Ex-Lax. It is about 437% humidity outside. At least, that's what it felt like.
And this is just the first summer storm of the year.