The Rain in Gambia Falls Mainly on the Canadian

Lesson learned. If it starts to sprinkle, head for shelter. The other day I was walking home by myself from the stationary store with my brand new bristol board that I need to make posters. The sky was looking dark and a few streets from home, a few drops started to fall. I figure I'm good. I'll be home in 5 minutes. So off I go up the alley toward our house. Then it starts to actually rain. No problem, I'll just stand here under this tree until it stops. So there I am, bristol board in hand, hovering under the tree when the REAL rain starts. Turns out it doesn't just rain in The Gambia, it friggin' POURS. And it also turns out that the trees here don't protect you from POURing rain. A couple of boys ran past me and yelled for me to take cover at the corner store just up from my tree. So off I run, bristol board in hand, up to the store. Needless to say, by this time I'm SOAKED. Right through. It looks like I just jumped in a pool. My hair is dripping, my shirt is stuck to me, water is pooling in my crocs and my bristol board is a sopping mess. Ha! Lovely sight indeed. So the guys running the store take this opportunity to quiz me in French about where I'm from. After a lovely stilted conversation in French, the rain eased off a tad and I bolted for home. As wet as I was, it was toasty warm and felt SOOO refreshing. Good times!