Seriously. June is the one month you can count on being dry. I’m told there are some hurricanes in the Pacific screwing up weather patterns all the way up to the high desert. I blame it on California.
D and I loaded his generator, ladder and scaffold into the Jeep trailer and brought them to the Lair amid clouds that could go either way. We managed to get the four panels up on the sides of the cabin in only a half hour or so but that was a little more time than we had to work: The fourth went up in driving rain and we were in a fever to lay the ladders down because lightning was starting to strike. He went home in the downpour, and every time I venture outside to screw things down more securely it starts to rain again.
So we didn’t get much done, but at least I can stop worrying about wind tearing up my new tarpaper.
The phenomenon must be related to newly-washed cars causing rain. See if the inverse rule works: the next time it looks like rain and you don’t want rain, go outside and loudly announce “It looks like rain; I guess we won’t put on siding today.”