Today, as it rained like crazy and I found myself surrounded by several people unable to drive in the rain (much like myself), I started thinking about
See, we were in a drought. For, like, 28 bajillion years. I don't have any actual stats on that but I'd say 28 bajillion is pretty close. So when we see rain, it confuses us. What is this magical moisture falling from the sky? Is it an alien invasion? Are we supposed to worship it? WHAT DOES IT WANT??
And the snow? Forget about it. I have as much experience with snow as a camel does with the Great Lakes. This is why all of the toilet paper, water, beer and milk disappears off the shelves - what if this time, the snow really does signify the end of the world? Best to always be prepared, don't you think?
But when it rained and snowed so much these last few years, we entered this other world, this Narnia-like place where rainbows beckon you with Skittles and unicorns offer you new cars. It took us to a magical place where we suddenly understood how the world worked. And it was glorious. Alas, it was short-lived. We thought we were weather-whisperers, conquerors of all things inclement. But we weren't. Not even close. And now we find ourselves back where we started, confused and frightened by this unusual liquid falling from above. Wow - that was pretty poetic. No one steal that.
So. Rain. What the heck, right?
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