In the dark of night it was as bright as day; like a Hollywood soundstage. Not more than a little over one-hundred metres from the front door than I was hit. Hit by the most powerful deluge of water I have ever encountered. In under two minutes of facing the storm head-on and nearly having been blinded by the snapping lash of the droplets of rain I felt the weight of the water hold me down. The waterproofer on the boots were put to the test. My belief of the strength of the Levi's jeans was well beyond reasonable expectations. The tip of the boots came out of the ordeal dry and clean. The rest, well, the rest are no longer sporting the arid look. This was the kind of storm were fear would of made sense. And if not fear, sanity.
Saturday, 2 December 2000 - 07:23
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