It feels kind of shameful to admit this, given the drought and all, but I'm with James, this rain is starting to shit me to tears. (Ok, sure, at least it's still warm. There is that.) Except for the weather goddess smiling on us during the Opera on Saturday, it has basically been bucketing down since late last week. Everything feels damp.
Oh, and that smell? It's me. My black trainer style shoes got all wet, and now I'm sitting here and I can smell my own feet. And not in a good way.
Right now it's raining lightly, but the forecast for the rest of the day is for heavy rain. Last night it was torrential. You know the kind that makes you turn up the tv, and then look nervously out the window to make sure that that thunderous noise is actually rain and not like the beating of wings and the rushing of souls as behold The Rapture is come?
Oh, and my kitchen flooded a little. Again.