You would think there would be more people dancing in the rain and putting buckets, rain barrels and wading pools out to save it to water the browned lawns and gardens. Mr. Man is gleeful that the rain is filling up our pool nicely after lowering the water level a little with a filter back wash earlier.
I took the opportunity to wash my SUV, wiping it down rapidly with suds and scrubbing it, then letting the leaking skies rinse it off. It already looks 80 percent better! My neighbors are perplexed that I would willingly get drenched to save a trip to the car wash and huddled under umbrellas in their bathing suits to watch me wash.
I drove to the market to pick up a couple of items and saw many people running with bags on their heads and some explaining to their small children that this wet stuff is called rain. Funny, but most of us are in our flip flops and shorts and I am dismayed to have to slosh through dirty asphalt water to get to the store doors.
I felt badly for the elderly couple with walkers and the guy in the wheel chair, huddled together in the stores entry safely out of the down pour, waiting for it to let up but 30 minutes later they were still there waiting, with longer to wait it out.
Like many, many others, my windshield wipers are long rotted off from lack of use and do a lame job of fighting off the water on the window so I can see out.
Happy Downpour!
"Seems it never rains in Southern California,
Seems I've often heard that kinda talk before,
It never rains in California,
But girl don't they warn ya,
It pours, man it pours."
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