To Rain

Rain. What a wonderful thing. Wonderful when taking a walk by the countryside, and just about anytime. Of course, there are a few little things that rain ruins like nothing else:
1. Camping. There were two times I've taken a hammok out to the forest to go camping. Each time, because of lack of rope, I've been forced to use ingenious methods to attach my bed to the trees. Each time, by hard work and divinely inspired contraptions including belts, boughs, and tree sap, I managed to get it up beautifully. Of course, when the rain comes, it seems less so. And crawling into the others' tent soaking wet at two in the morning somehow seemed to lessen their affection for me at the moment, though I'm still at loss why.
2. With children. Ever been out to the part on a perfectly deceptive sunny afternoon, and then, when you are 30 minutes walk away from the house, you see an ominous black belching cloud of darkness coming toward you. Naturally, the first thought is something like... "Oh fough. We're going to die." Second thought is, "Their parents are going to kill me," in which case this thought is immidiately followed by, "Oh, fough. I'm going to die."
3. When out in the city. Rain is not a bad thing, but when you are dressed in a dashing green coat and silver pants, hands full of posters sauntering past the people in the town thinking, "Look a'me!" And then. Water starts trickling from the sky. Now, you know that a drop of water with stick out on your green coat like a black permnant marker. Soon you have so many of these spots on your jacket that you grimace and point to the sky, thinking, "Look a'that!"
But there's really nothing we can do. So we might as well enjoy the rain, because... well, it's enjoyable. And whether or not you enjoy it...
The rain must fall.

*Quote:
It's probably going to rain today. And tomorrow. And the next day. All day long. Chiss the Cook *