Tempest

Today I went to my weekly volunteer gig and then to work in a blustering, wet tempest that sat over San Francisco much of the day. Umbrellas were snapping inside out, people were leaning into the wind, seeking shelter from the drenching rain. The wind was moaning through the wires above, and pushing the rain in every direction.

I loved it. Something about a big storm that makes me practically giddy. My blood sings. Maybe I should have been a storm chaser.

Downtown during the day was probably the quietest I'd ever seen it outside of late evenings and weekends.