Our road was more like a rushing creek today. This part of the world took a soaking. A big old bath. Cry me a river.

The rains came… and stayed.  Who knows how this whole business started….
They may have come from Spain, on a plane. On a plane.

Yes… those raindrops kept falling on my head. But that doesn’t mean my eyes would soon be turnin’ red … No… crying’s not for me.
No amount of complaining was going to stop the rain yesterday. Just like Tina Turner… it got to a point where I couldn’t stand the rain.. falling on my window.

But instead of getting sad… I started singing.
Singing in the Rain.  Just Singing in the Rain…. It was a glorious feeling.

Before I knew it… I was… happy again.

And this morning when I woke up… I really sang it loud and proud…

It ain’t gonna rain no more… no more. It ain’t gonna rain no more.

But it was a little too late. There was rain everywhere.
Raindrops on roses… and heck… even whiskers on kittens.

The world was wet here. Drenched. Soaked. Soggy and Sloppy.

Which begs for the question.
Is there anything wetter than water?

“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.” – Dolly Parton