This is a true story. It happened a few minutes ago. It happened when I watched.
8 :30 AM.
Dark outside. Clouds looming overhead. Windy.
8:31 AM.
It rains like a few hundred canine pranksters pissing over the house.
8:32 AM.
The rain stops as abruptly as it started.
8:33 AM.
Sunshine. Crisp day. Rain? What rain? When? Why is the ground wet? Must be the dogs.
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On Thursday last week, the Schenectady weather forecast I have in my Bloglines feed called for "Tons of Rain," which I thought was amusingly unprofessional.
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
I guess y'all are having a drought, and your farmers are worried. I sympathize, and I do hope you get some good healthy summer storms soon.
Last time I was visiting England, I started carrying an umbrella all the time because there was no way of telling when it was going to start raining. Just because there wasn't a cloud in the sky at breakfast didn't mean the sky wasn't going to be falling in by mid-morning.