Where The Rain Can't Get In

[dotinthesky]

When it rains, hardly anyone goes to the swimming pool. You have the lanes free to yourself, but you also have less to see, less to imagine. Too much water makes you aware of the laps ahead of you, of how tired your muscles become after 500 metres. The lifeguards watch, circling the pool like kindergarden teachers.

The weatherman showed a giant cloud of rain approaching Britain, covering Wales (and the Hay Festival) during this weekend. Things are moody and morose, unlike summer. But we have a warm hotel to stay in, bookshops to explore, and even a castle to take pictures in. Plus, pubs & booze. I'm curious to see what kind of crowd goes to a literary festival.

Comments

[greenteablack.livejournal.com]

When it rains here the pool is always packed. I can't really explain it because it's not like these people are going to their own outdoor pool. I think the pool brings hope for sunny days.

[daniel-carcrash.livejournal.com]

i am curious too (what kind of crowd goes to a literary festival). do tell.

[hunterjr.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you will find plenty of smart people like yourself in there :D
Have fun at the festival! \o/

[idioticpoet.livejournal.com]

I like swimming in the rain- diving underwater and hearing the rain fall on the waters surface above you...is intense.

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[beeorkendurkey.livejournal.com]

I used to swim in the rain all the time. My babysitter and I would go down the block to her neighbour's pool and swim all day all summer long. Or, I would swim and play and she would swim sometimes and watch me most of the time. I think I got the adventuring spirit from my brother, who would surf during hurricanes and whipping winds. Said that it was the only time you could get great surf on Long Island. When I was about 12, I lived with him for a week or so. During that week it rained twice and those two days were the only days we left the house for anything other than school or work. The first day, we just took a walk down the beach while sand and rain smacked our faces painfully. The second day we took out his surfboard and my boogie board and thrashed the pre-storm waves. After an hour, the winds and tide picked up like crazy and would just pound you into the ocean floor no matter where you were. I got hit real bad in a shallow area, trying to ride something in, and the wind got knocked out of me and all I remember is tumbling, not knowing which way was up and then suddenly finding myself panting on the shore. The ocean scares the hell out of me, but contributes to the most exhilarating experiences ever.

And now that I've got this pool at my fingertips, all summer, I'm going to make a point of swimming when it rains. Until the lightning starts.