I once met a man from Scotland, a soccer player here to play for the Blast, and he told me that in his hometown of Edinburgh, it rained every day. Not all day, of course, but even on the sunny days, you could count on it raining at some point.
|"O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!'' -|
We got a little bitty storm the other day; the weather people had called for a good amount of rain but we only had an hour's worth. But last night a cold front came in and brought with it breezes, chilly air, and rain. Glorious rain. Sweet, wet, life-giving rain, the gift of Heaven. You could hear the lawns gulping it up, the reservoirs filling up and the late summer crops (Swiss chard -the kind with holes in it - kale and broccoli) enjoying the shower.
|That Mayhem jerk|
|Rainy Day Anchor Face|
Somewhere along the way, after we came to this new land and settled it, winning battles against invaders, wild animals and disease, we became so wussified that just a little rain throws us into an unbeatable tailspin.