Yup, torrential - there are many synonyms, but torrential is still the perfect word. It is a word that takes on new meaning when you are in a big field, surrounded by towering metal water slides, gazing at the far away storm, and the wind changes direction.
Joy and Emma were the first ones to get out of the water, as Joy is rather not find of lightning. Our new friends, the Larimers, were close behind, but many others were still swimming. Our friend Andrew was sitting there, wondering why everyone was getting out of the water when it wasn't even raining yet. (A slightly moot point when you are already wet anyway.) Not five minutes later we felt the first drops and realized that the storm was coming our way. We were already packing up our things, but Joy had to grab Emma and run. By the time she had run the less than 1/4 mile to the food shack type thing, it was raining so hard it sounded like hail. Of course, everything sounds that way when you are under a corrugated plastic or metal roof - but this was REALLY hard. We ended up having to stay in the "building" and wait out the storm, with no power of course. Oh, now I wish we had brought the video camera to the water park today. It was loco!
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The first rule of living in a weird place: ALWAYS carry a camera!
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