Call me Noah. Yes, Noah of flood and ark fame. I can’t escape the rain! I went to England and the rain followed me there. Rain almost every day. Not unusual for England you say, but when I left, the rain went with me. As a matter of fact, little baby Prince George was recently born in London. On the hottest and driest day of the year.
At home it’s been raining. Thirteen inches so far this month. That seems like it’s about half a years worth for us. A lot of rain. I suppose that during the summer the farmers like to see the rain. Big harvest ahead. But with all of this rain I hear that crops are rotting in the ground. Like the flowers in my garden.
I may have previously mentioned my fall. Looking for a hole in the wall where the rain comes in, stops my mind from wandering. Fell off the wall. Broke my shoulder. Every time it rains we have to vacuum water out of the basement. Still looking for a fix.
My daughter is moving into a new apartment today. We’ve driven three and a half hours to get there. Through the rain. Rain so heavy I could barely see the road in front of me at times.
After a while it stops raining and the sun comes out. Maybe the rain can’t find me here. Or maybe the rain likes my young daughter and doesn’t want to make her move all her possessions into a new home during a rainstorm. Or maybe it’s not really me.
Two days in a row with no rain. Wow. My daughter is moved in and happy. I’m glad to know she is settled. Time for me to go home. After three and a half hours of driving I’m nearing the house. The sky is getting dark. I’m a mile from the house. It’s raining. I go into the house and damn if the basement isn’t full of water again.
Is it me? That’s ridiculous. It’s raining all over town. And why would the rain soak everyone else if it’s just upset with me? If it were angry with everyone in the human race, the world would flood. Maybe it’s my town. Like Lot’s Sodom and Gomorrah. We are a liberal bastion in a sea of red. No.
It’s the weather! I have no control over that. No say in how it works. It doesn’t know me from Adam. Climate. I just happen to be here. It just seems sometimes like it’s out to get me in particular. That’s so funny because I live my life constantly reminding myself that it’s NOT all about me. I’m a giver. Just the weather. Better find that hole now, I see a cloud coming.
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