We’ve had a very rainy spring here in DC, and much of it has been of the huge, torrential downpour variety. I was caught in just such a deluge on Wednesday evening, on my way home from work. There had been awful storms during the day, but by the time I left the office it had cleared up, or so I thought.
By the time I got to Eastern Market on the train, it was again raining ferociously. I decided to brave the elements because I had a take-out order waiting for me only a block away and I was really hungry. I was soaked to the knees by the time I got to the restaurant, where I paused in the doorway to take a picture of the water coursing down 8th Street.
This photo doesn’t really do it justice, but given how far the water is up the car tire, it is possible to get some sense of it.
The picture below is of the ginormous puddle of water in front of a badly-overwhelmed storm drain. The photo is sort of blurry, but somehow that seems appropriate, given the state I was in by the time I took it.
For, as I was walking home, takeout in hand, I had a bit of a mishap. The median on Pennsylvania Ave. has this big hole with missing bricks that I circumnavigate every day. Well, unbeknownst to me, the rain had dislodged even more bricks, so I hit the hole right at the point I was preparing to step over it. I turned my ankle and splashed down most unceremoniously. I went from being soaked to the knees to being soaked to the skin.
The only saving grace was that the restaurant had done a very thorough job of packaging up my dinner, so, once I was dressed in dry clothes, I had a delicious plate of chicken tikka masala, my favorite food in the whole world.
I took a picture of the hole the following morning, if for no other reason than to prove to myself that it was actually bigger than it had been, and therefore it was not my fault I tripped in it. Note the three newly-displaced bricks in the center; I think those would be the ones that did me in.