Rain and Mud
“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.” That’s an age-old rhyme that every kid learns at some point. During the last few weeks, it’s been an ear-worm that I can’t get out of my head.
I know the farmers need the rain. It’s essential to have it for the crops to grow. The livestock need water to drink, too. But for about three weeks now there’s been some amount of rain in my neck of the woods — or at least some part of Missouri — every day. I’m starting to think that if Missouri was is any type of drought, we must be close to being out of it by now.
As I type this blog at the local library, I get to look out the window and see the sun. It’s hard to contain my enthusiasm. I just want to jump up and scream, “Oh my gosh, the sun!” It’s been way too long since I’ve seen it. At least, that’s what my brain is telling me.
The weatherman tells me that I get a few days of sun and no rain. Do I believe him or not? I mean, think about it: Forecasting the weather is the only job where you can be wrong and not lose your job. (That how it can seem.) So I guess for now I will cross my fingers. I will hope for a few days of reprieve from all those raindrops.
Jake and Buddy have had enough trips outside in the rain. I’ve had enough of wiping muddy paw-prints off of the kitchen linoleum. Let’s not forget the dog blankets that I keep washing because they smell like wet dog once Jake and Buddy finish rolling around on them.
So here’s to finally being able to raise the blinds and let the sun shine in!
Photo by AdobeStock/ivan kmit