Tasting the Rain

  So the the other night when I got to the end of the Redman/Methodman Hip-Hop tour I switched out with the other Bus Driver in Charlotte NC.

  It was 11:30pm by the time it was all done and as I had ridden my motorcycle down there to get the bus I was looking forward to a nice ride home to shake off the tension accumulated while dealing with "the challenges" of that tour.

  It was a balmy summer night and I decided it was so nice, I would just ride in my shorts and t-shirt for the 87 mile putt home.

  When I got up to road speed it was wonderful. Just the right temp, very few bugs in spite of the evening summer heat, and I could feel the tension draining from my body. 

  Life was good. The tour was over for me, I had a pocket full of money, and I was headed home to my own bed and my own life.

  When I felt a little sting, I assumed it was just a bug who had sacrificed himself, but soon there was another, then another, then the bottom dropped out of the sky.

  My first reaction was "wow....the rain is so warm, this won't be bad at all". That was good seeing that I had forgotten to take anything that resembled rain gear with me when I went to get the bus on short notice, so the fact that it was pouring was just going to be the way it was going to be, and at midnight there was not much I could do about it.

  As the rain pelted me I spotted a run down repair shop on the side of the road, and along with an assortment of old cars, a broken dow RV, and a couple of old washing machines,  there was one of those aluminum carports you see every few miles with a big For Sale sign with large white numbers reading $696.00.

  I decided to duck under the display carport, splash thru the giant puddle at the end of the driveway, hoping there was not a pothole the size of a bathtub hidden under the puddle.

  As I cross the puddle, cross the pavement, negotiate the slippery grass, I roll to a stop, and realize I am actually not really all that wet......good news.

  I would sit out this "passing shower" after all I had nowhere to be, the rush of the tour was over, I would get there when I got there....life is good.