Man. These storms have been out of control. Floods. Downed trees.
I was downtown with Charley and his friend from Atlanta when we looked up and saw a curtain of rain approaching.
Downpour. 0-100 in seconds. We picked a door to the Nordstrom's mall downtown and darted in out of the rain, water pouring from our clothes, glasses fogged and streaked with rain.
We'd ducked into the street entrance of an upscale boutique.
We attempted to walk through the store as if we were shopping for a new cashmere scarf. Our shoes were filled with water.