Rain, Rain Go Away,
Come Again Another Day,
Mary Wants To Go Out and Play!
(or at least dry off a bit)

If it were raining cats and dogs, or if it were raining men, I don’t think I’d be so fed up. (I like cats and dogs and men.)

Instead it’s just raining rain; wet drops splashing against the window, rising above the gutters, forming pools in the yard, (and in the basement) messing with everyone’s mood and sapping us of energy and excitement about the weekend --if not life in general.

I can’t laugh at the “ark” jokes anymore.

I am tired of being holed up in the house waiting for it to pass. I’m tired of wearing my blue slicker everywhere, if I do go out. Tired of the sounds of windshield wipers; even tired of the sound I used to love, rain falling on the roof when I was snug in bed.

I know I shouldn’t be complaining – what’s a little water? What’s a lot of water if your house isn’t floating down the street or if you have a roof that’s working?

Still the relentless rain dampens spirits along with every person who has to step outside the door for even a second.

Who wants to go pumpkin picking in the pouring rain? Who wants to rake leaves or take a brisk walk in all this wetness?

Who wants guests trudging in your house with muddy boots or sopping sneakers?

Who, I ask you, wants to pet a wet dog or cat? Or smell one for that matter.

So, being partly American Indian, I am going to do a sun dance.

Maybe not I just found this on Google:

The Sun Dance is a ceremony practiced differently by several North American Indian Nations, but many of the ceremonies have features in common, including dancing, singing and drumming, the experience of visions, fasting, and, in some cases, self-torture.

It’s that old “self-torture” part that gets me every time.

Perhaps I can grow a cranberry bog or a rice paddy in my backyard. That’ll be my next Google search.

So to all those who see sun…raise your hands in praise to the mighty yellow globe. To the rest of us, keep scraping the mildew off your backs and do a daily check for toe fungus.

Got to go put my slicker on and get the morning newspaper.

Ta Ta or as Laurenbove would say: Bye Bye, Love You!