I Hate Typhoons

I hate typhoons. I hate them so much. I hate walking in them, riding in them, possibly even their mere existence. There just should never be rain so heavy that it soaks you to the skin regardless of whether you're wearing a poncho or a rain jacket. My pants were drenched within 60 seconds of leaving the house. You know why? Because there was so much water running off my jacket. I ask you, is this the kind of world you want to live in? Oh sure, the poncho-over-the-rainjacket method will leave you merely wet, but--shockingly--typhoons really don't do much to lower the humidity or temperature dramatically. You might be only wet from the rain, but you're sweating so much, you might as well not even have bothered to get out of the shower this morning. And while you can just change out of wet clothes at home, it's more difficult and less fun to do this at school. Add to that the fun of hydoplaning on a bike, crazy traffic (thanks, bus for the giant splashes. I just love the dirty street water! And I definitely agree--red lights, no matter how long they have been red, are not for you. Sarcasm aside, it really is something to see a bus run a light that has been red for a good 30-40 secs with no regard for the opposing traffic.), the fact that it rains so much that my shoes are constantly filling with water...well, it just makes me cranky. It's unpleasant and it messes up my schedule. How can we buy dinner if we can't get it home before it's flooded? Don't even get me started on not having any milk for my Oreos.