THE-UNEXPECTED-DELUGE-INDEX
SCORE
9
Not burgers but raincoats. Waterproofs.
Mackintoshes. Whatever you want to call them, if
they’re in plentiful supply, your festival’s probably
a washout, weather-wise. But sometimes a high
mud/crack index can make your day. Like that time
at Burning Man - you remember - the sun burning
into our flesh as we danced barefoot in the sand you were so fucked up, man, covered in pine cones,
speaking Paiute - then someone saw the cloud.
Like some monumental mother-ship, the rain
cloud crept towards us with the promise of
wet relief. An hour later it finally arrived and
10,000 people danced it across the desert.
Diluted suntan lotion made our eyes sting like
paper-cuts
but
we
didn’t
care.
And to be fair, few of us wore macs.