Ever wish you had the luxury of a baseball player to just say, “Sorry dude, it’s raining WAY too hard out there for me to do my job,” and skulk off to the nearest bookstore/bar/bedroom and give the world the finger? Yeah, I think that’s how most of us feel this morning. After yesterday’s ark-inspiring demonstration of Mother Nature’s irrigation systems, to wake up to more rain this morning seemed like a bad joke, some sort of retribution for sins committed, or perhaps even just imagined, in the beauty of Spring in the days prior to the weekend.
Looking through a search or two on Flickr, it seems yesterday was spent in the pursuit of uploading the previous week’s collection of beautiful day photos. I was driving home from Winston-Salem in the storm last night, hitting several patches of rain so hard I had to slow to 25mph and flip my hazards on, as driving faster than that meant that I couldn’t see the end of the reach of my headlights, due to the sheets and sheets of rain coming down.
I may well declare a rainout today unless it gets better soon.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
I live and work in the District of Columbia. I write at We Love DC, a blog I helped start, I work at Technolutionary, a company I helped start, and I’m happy doing both. I enjoy watching baseball, cooking, and gardening. I grow a mean pepper, keep a clean scorebook, and wash the dishes when I’m done. Read Why I Love DC.
