Water rolled down our faces, and our worst fears became reality when the rainy clouds appeared. All week long, the summer rays were shining bright as ever, but on the night of our meet, nature decided that it was thirsty for some rain. Hours before the meet, we were still debating whether or not we should have the meet or postpone it because at 9pm, the weather forecast predicted thunderstorms. Like all of our previous meets, we decided last minute that the meet would continue and we didn’t really care who came out because we had to get our Peach Me Sweatea fix. I rolled up early and to my surprise, there were already a gang of cars. I didn’t know there were people as down as us to kick it even during thunderstorms.
Cars were constantly coming through; the Tastea lot was overflowing with rain and cars, so people started parking in the fire lanes and handicap zones.
