the field's a fucking lake as sheets of water and hail plumet downwards. the windshield wiper's send three feet of cascade to each side and my wheels fight gallon puddles splashing and blinding others. i can't see past the fog of continuous downpour and one minute in the rain is the same as jumping into a pool. the winds, children of the tornado seen farther away play with the pools that have formed on the ground creating waves so different. the roof's pounding echoes outdoors, in the pool room. and the clouds send down angry quick flashes of hot white that illuminate all that is drenched. already, the sirens grow in the distance and then fade. do you remember winnie the pooh and the terrible blustery day? today we are the rainy flooding day.