Wash

Andy, 1 March 2008

I remember an occasion in high school when I discussed with a friend what it would be like if a year’s worth of rain fell all at once—dozens of inches of water falling as a solid sheet before slamming into the earth. We talked about how odd it would look, and how much damage the phenomenon might do.

The rain that fell at dusk reminded me of that hypothetical deluge. We got indoors after a spectacular boat tour through Doubtful Sound just in time to watch the sky abandon its moisture in a completely manic frenzy. Every horizontal surface had standing water on it. All the gutters along the roof failed, unable to shunt off the volume quickly enough. Visibility was comically reduced. I thought back to the monsoon rains that seemed to visit San Diego every April, but this was far more impressive.

The best part of it all was staying dry while nursing a beer. (Speight’s Gold, my favorite NZ ale thus far. Brewed in Dunedin.)

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