It has threatened rain for the past couple of afternoons, but nothing beyond drizzle ever really came of it. Today was another gray one, and I assumed the ‘threaten a downpour, deliver a sprinkle’ trend would continue so I went ahead and watered the trees this morning. This damned near emptied the cistern, so I fired up the generator and plugged in the well pump.
Approximately 36.4 nanoseconds after I completed that task, the heavens opened. I am now sitting in the scriptorium, listening to the generator suck up my precious gasoline, just barely audible over the rain pounding on the barn’s roof.
I’ve said it before; anybody who tries to predict the weather here is a damned fool. I’m no exception.
