Homeless in Vancouver: It got a bit 'torrent' today
Today was my day to sleep in, so I joined a Sunday already well in progress.
It was early afternoon when I finally bestirred myself to get out of bed and go get my first coffee. I really don’t think it had been raining before that. I only felt the first drops of water a block from my parkade sleeping spot. Two blocks later the rain was steady.
It was the best kind of rain too—big fat drops of warm water—the fast-developing puddles were room temperature (I checked). If they had been large enough I might have been tempted go all “Labrador Retriever” and roll around in one.
Don’t think I’m kidding.
After I was in McDonald’s—just after—the real rain storm arrived; a glorious tropical monsoon.
A bit of good clean fun
I was right back outside trying to catch a nice “rain shot”. I stood in traffic, dipped both myself and my camera in the rushing gutter runoff, and crouched to get a good fantail of water as the traffic rushed by.
And yes, I did manage to get one or two good fantails of water, I just didn’t get any good photos of any.
The storm was a real “Pineapple Express”—here and gone in less than half an hour—a whole day’s rain over a coffee break, neat!
The storm left clean, glistening surfaces in its wake; streets, cars, buildings—everything looked so much better for the dousing.
So thanks, we needed that.