The month of July has a lot of perks. Most importantly it’s of course birthday season and it has the pretty weather, but the summer storms are pretty cool as well. Today (and Monday) were such days where it was swelteringly hot during the day, and weather alarms were issued for the end of the day because of the thunderstorms that were supposed to break loose. It was all over the radio and the internet today, that it was supposed to be MASSIVE.
And I still had to get home from Delft. Now; I’m in the vicinity of the University of Delft, so that means a trip to the station of Delft first, and either a tramride or a busride home from the station. It’s all in all about 35-45 minutes, if I’m lucky. Around 4pm the weather started dropping significantly and the sky was completely overcast, so my colleague and I grinned at eachother and shut down our computers at 4.55pm, so we could still get home in time before the rain started.
At 5pm I left the building, and it was starting to rain. My bus was supposed to go at 5.05, but of course it was late. Damn bus. By this time I was slightly damp, and I twittered “Come on, bus…. Don’t be late, not now 
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It finally showed up at 5.11 (simply because EVERYBODY went by bus all of a sudden, they didn’t want to bike through the rain I suppose), which meant that no way in hell I was going to make it for my 5.17 tram at Delft station, and that I was better off hopping over on the other bus. Point in favour was that I wouldn’t have to climb onto the walkbridge over the station, which is like 10 meter high or something. With the lightning that was starting to fork the sky, that didn’t seem like a good idea to me. Also; the layover station of the bus was pretty well sheltered, so I could wait five minutes and not get any wetter.
My layover bus was right on time (yay!) and I was one of two (!) people in the bus, so it went on its way to Nuttyville swiftly. The rain kept on falling harder and harder. I got a little giddy with the excitement (over rain, yeah, i know, I’m a sad person) of the adventure, but I also started to wonder how the hell I would get home relatively dry. It’s only a 300m walk from the busstop to my house, but with the rate it was coming down now, I didn’t think I could make it.
In the end… I did make it home. I ran the whole way, but fat lot of good it did me, hahaha! You see the dry spots on my t-shirt? That’s where the strap of my bag was. For the rest I was completely soaked. But at least I made it home, and now it’s still merrily raining and I’ve towelled my hair dry & I had a change of clothes (even my underwear).
And thus we conclude Lannie’s adventures in nutty weather & public transport. 
I hope you had a great time. Surprisingly enough, I certainly did!
I’m actually quite excited to hit a new decade, although I’m sure the novelty will wear off soon enough. I think it was worse when I found my first grey hairs, and so far the whole concept of having that one day in 365 that’s all mine is exciting me enough to feel pretty okay about it.
