Regression

Today, the rain came. No spitting rain, no driving mists, no half hearted showers, 
but a scouring rain, a cold rain, a dominating rain emptying the streets, banishing men to thier homes, causing creeks to leap their banks and rivers to rise. Streets became streams. Drains clogged. Intersections flooded. Impromptu ponds proliferated.

And then, at one, the thick, sideways downpour transformed into snow, a surprising the city with wet flakes the size of quarters.

As we logged off and headed in, four inches had fallen at the precinct. 

Cops became children, guileless and grinning.

At the pumps, in the barn, a snow ball fight erupted. The panels of my prowler popped and thumped with the impact of each hit. Officers stood between squad cars, snagging accumulated snow and hurling strikes at their wingmen, their partners, the next district car; grumpy dog and pup alike, each holding their own, until a truce was declared, and we all went home, happy. 

Comments

[Claude@work]

:D

Awesome

[Easily Lost]

Good way to release any built up tension from the day. A good old fashion snowball fight :D

[Jade]

Sounds like a great time - it's nice to get the chance to release steam like that.

[Peppypilotgirl]

Oh that sounds like fun!

[RD]

The young dogs were impressed the older officers took part in the mischief, but they don't realize it good to vent and better to bond as a unit.

[deputydog]

or practicing evoc driving on icy roads.