As I walked up the escalator at the McPherson Square metro station this morning I was greeted by at least 100 people crowding under the canopy because the rain, the rain! She poured!
And poured. And poured.
Eventually, I said to myself, "Time to get wet," and I walked the three blocks to work. That was four hours ago and I'm still soaked. There isn't an article of clothing on my body that isn't wet. (Even my belt is soggy and stiff from wetness.) When I arrived to work I looked like I was thrown in the Reflecting Pool by some urban bully.
Being wet isn't the part that upsets me... my new iPhone 4 is dead.
Maybe in a few hours it will dry out and rise from its watery grave, but I'm not hopeful. Especially after hearing strange crackling noises coming from within. A battle was certainly raging inside that thing and it's obvious who lost.