Today I uttered those words many times. I looked out the window today to see a harsh rain. I did not notice the wind at the time. Yes, I had heard on the weather report the previous evening that there was a wind advisory. Indeed, Mr. Weatherman. Indeed. I got out of my car on the graduate school campus and immediately squealed. My umbrella was wrenched from my hands. I held on to it tightly and attempted to grab my quilted bag from Africa and hold the umbrella at the same time. The umbrella shook violently. I was holding on for dear life. At the same time, rain was pounding down. Not straight down. Slanted. A jolly looking lad was walking by and laughed at me. I returned the laugh and said "This is a nightmare!"
I continued on my trek to the faraway hall of my first class meeting. I say "trek" because I had to park somewhere in Siberia. The rain alternated between patterns of harsh, really harsh, and Whoa, Nelly! I gripped my umbrella for dear life. I commented to passersby. Apparently, rain unites us. Everyone is Chatty Cathy all of a sudden. One girl had given up all together and suctioned her hood to her head much like one of those contraptions that shrinks your winter clothing down to the size of a pancake for easy storage. ("Only 3 payments of $29.95!") She simply stated, "This," as she pointed to her umbrella, "wasn't a lot of help." I simply clutched my umbrella for dear life and persevered.
By the time, I reached my destination, I couldn't stop laughing. The day was simply hilarious. As I walked into the door, I saw an unsuspecting woman heading outside. I said "Be careful out there. It's Wuthering Heights."
