I am terrified of thunderstorms. I come by it honestly. When a storm struck in the night time when I was little, my parents woke us and made us sit in the living room until it passed. The sitting time was basically time spent cowering.
So here I am in Florida. I believe it is called the Lightning Capital of the World. And then here I am going to a theme park on a day that the weather service is posting a severe storm watch. Sounds like a great plan doesn’t it?
But off we go with umbrellas in hand because I can’t remember where I put the darned ponchos. The morning progresses smoothly although we can see the storm building. By lunch time we know that we are in for a “treat’ BUT PRESS ON. I have at this point reminded my dear spouse how much I do not love storms and he utters the famous last words “it will be okay”. He spends a lot of time telling me it will be okay (I’m a worrier).
Lunch done and it is beginning to rain but no thunder is heard so we decide to take in the show at the French Pavillion. You know what happens next.
Ominous rumbling and downpours beginning, we decide we might be able to make it to the truck before the worst of it hits. And we might have except that there was a restroom stop that needed to happen.
Sitting on a metal bench just underneath the Spaceship Earth dome (which looks like a dandy lightning target to me), I become witness to what (in my humble opinion) must have been the wrath of God. This now involving sheets of rain, big booms of thunder and a 30mph wind. Any sane person would be whimpering inside a lovely, reinforced structure. I, on the other hand, must be looking like a green toadstool perched on the bench hunkered under my LL Bean duck umbrella praying that I get to see Brett again before I am struck down.
On a side note, a question. Why do people scream as though they are being attacked when the wind gusts and they get wet? That behavior alone was scaring the bejeepers out of me. I couldn’t see because I was hiding under my umbrella so I had leave to imagine what awful things were going on.
Finally Brett reappeared and said the first sensible thing I remember hearing all day. “We need to get inside”.
I didn’t care that I ran through a puddle that covered my ankles. I only care that a lovely man opened the door to Guest Services and let us come inside. A short time later a lady asked if she could escort us to Innoventions where there were some exhibits to look at while we waited out the storm. My answer: “Do we have to go outside?” Her answer: “Why no. You can come with me through some of the back corridors”. And so we did.
Two hours later the sun was shining and all was right with the world. Except for my nagging inner voice reminding me to keep an eye on the sky…