… whenever it rains really hard, you get a river in your backyard.
… whenever it rains really hard, you get a river running through the dirt road near your house.
… whenever it rains really hard, giant fucking lakes a quarter of a mile long form near your house, blocking any way out.
… whenever it rains really hard, you find hundreds of chickens on your porch, trying to get out of the rain.

For the past week, it has been raining. Not like the little wimpy sprinkles either, the huge raindrops that never end. The ones that cause floods that make you miss school, and the ones that pile into giant puddles five feet deep.

Now, I like the rain. But come on. This is Hawaii. It is not supposed to start raining one week and not stop all the way through the week. It is supposed to be paradise. Being stuck in my house for a week is not my idea of living in paradise. I want to go to the beach and not get drenched before even getting into the water. I want to walk outside and not be knee-deep in a puddle. More importantly, I want these chickens off my porch. It wouldn’t be so bad if they only stayed for a few minutes, or if they could control when they crap, but they don’t and they can’t.

Next week I’m going to Oahu for a day. I know, 1 day is more than enough to see everything worth seeing, but it’s for a school thing. I leave mid-morning and this thing starts at 3 PM, so at least I’ll have a little free time. This school thing (I’m hearing it in my head as “thang”) is basically getting up in front of a bunch of state legislators and talking to them about bills they’ve written. I will get to boss the suits around for once, and I’ll be able to write on my resume, “Told a bunch of authority figures that their legislature is crap”.

I hope it stops raining so that I can get on my plane.

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