It's raining, and my weather radio is squawking about flood warnings.
It's raining, and people are making jokes about arks.
It's raining, and my roof is leaking.
It's raining, and my roof is leaking, and I'm saying very bad words out loud.
It's raining and it is 57 degrees, which is altogether unreasonable in January.
It's raining and I'm watching news about tornadoes in other states (also altogether unreasonable in January) and feeling very glad there were no tornadoes in Indiana this week.
It's raining and I want to eat soup.
It's raining and the wind is blowing. This morning I had to retrieve the lid for my garbage can from underneath my car before I could go to work.
It's raining and I feel like I don't quite know what to do with myself.
It's raining. And raining. And raining.
I wish it would stop.
1 comment:
Hang in there - it will stop. Consider the rain your taste of a California winter....
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