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Topic: Rain (09/07/04)
TITLE: We Didn't See The Rain Coming: A True Story
By John Hunt
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into it. Not that I don’t like adventure, mind you. I do like an occasional roller coaster or thrill ride. And not that it was a particularly
dangerous trip – there were safeguards in place along with highly trained guides. But let’s just say it wasn’t my thing.
Looking back, I realize how woefully unprepared we really were. For one thing, our ponchos were stored neatly – inaccessibly neatly –
inside our backpacks. Two, we were dressed in all-too-absorbable cotton shorts and t-shirts. And three, our Nike street shoes were – well, can you say, “feet sponges.” The harsh reality of the situation is strikingly apparent to me now: we were amateurs.
The trip began innocuously enough. The river raft bobbed up and down to the rhythm of the rapids while gentle waves lapped against the side
of the large pontoons. I wasn’t nervous. After all, how wet could we get? We were inside a large river-going vessel, safe from the elements. Regardless, we had come to expect a certain amount of water – that’s just part of the adventure. And that was perfectly acceptable to me.
The sky was overcast that day. Growing up in the Midwest, I had learned to read the sky a certain way. Back in Indiana, a similarly overcast
day would most likely indicate that inclement weather would be averted. But the rules were apparently much different there in the swamplands. Without warning, the heavens opened up and a deluge of rain cascaded down upon us. There we were, strapped in, unable to retrieve our gear, forced to just sit there and be
pummeled by the large globs of water. Needless to say, we were drenched from head to toe.
The irony was not lost to us. We had entered the Kali River Rapids ride at Walt Disney World to get wet and receive some much-needed relief
from the heat. We got wet, all right, but not from the ride. Soaked to the skin, my wife, kids, and I laughed uncontrollably. It was one of the most fun times of our lives.
Now the next time my wife asks me to go on a water ride at an amusement park, I won’t stomp, kick my feet, and refuse to go. I’ll
simply have one reply. “Where’s my poncho.”