Rain

Remember that kid's rhyme: Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day?

Enough al-freakin'-ready!

Oklahoma's been a drought for several years, but no more. Honest to God, I can't remember the last day it didn't rain. The thunder rumbles, the lightning flashes, and the skies open up. On me more often than not. And on the dogs. Do you know how wet dogs smell? And they always want to sit with me after they've gotten wet. Yuck.

The other day it rained so hard in the afternoon that the paved road that leads to our dirt road was under a foot of water. At least we don't have to worry about that here. Living on top of the hill, all the rain just rolls down (and washes the dirt and gravel from our road with it). But if we flood here, we know it's the end of the world as we know it.

The good side of the rain: everything's really green. The bad side: it's really squishy. And wet. And I swear, fungus is growing on everything that stands still. And, of course, I am allergic to fungus.

(Remember the line in "Ghostbusters" when Annie Potts asks Harold Ramis what his hobbies are, and in that deadpan way of his, he says, "I collect molds, spores, and fungus"? When I came out of the dermatologist's office one day, covered with hives and contact dermatitis and clutching a handful of prescription forms, Robert asked me what he'd said. "I collect molds, spores, and fungus.")

Rain is good. I understand that. Especially when we've been way below our annual rainfall totals for three or four years in a row. But come on. Give us a break, God. Our "rainy season" ended over two weeks ago, but the rain didn't. Just let us dry out for a day or two, and then You can start it again.

Otherwise, send us the instructions for the ark and we'll start building.







Rachel10:03 AM