Texas Rainsaw Massacre

Well, I hope you guys are all having a party in the Northern US, because as far as I know it's a freakin Texas RAINsaw Massacre here out in Katy. And I'm talkin serious rain. Like screaming bloody murder, hoping you make it out alive, trying to help your unfortunate friend who's bike lock got stuck from certain watery death rain. 

And I had to bike home. Insane or what? So, here in Katy, there's a flood warning, and my parents expect me to bike home in the mud. And rain. And thunder.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love rain. If it were up to me, I would run happily in the rain, squealing and jumping. But when it's pouring sheets, well....I prefer to be nice and dry. 

So let me give you the scenario: soaking wet, without a jacket, shivering down to the bone.Wind and spheres of water pelting your eyes, relentless and messing up your contacts. Your sneakers and adidas pants sagging with water. Kids fleeing everywhere, hopping into cars and buses, while you're stranded at the bike racks frantically trying to help this poor kid unlock his bike. It was horrible, man. The bike racks were actually a sort of station for frantic moms calling their kids. Um. did they fail to notice the 10 or so kids stranded at the exact same place they were? 

Anyways, eventually me and Andrew were picked up by my dad. Apparently his kid braving the flood wasn't such a good idea 

That's my Katy rain experience. Share your rainy day story in comments!!!! Like down here

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Twizz out 

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