Rain Dance

I get up Thursday morning and go out to retrieve my morning newspaper off the driveway. The new shrubs (those that I've planted as well as the ones still in the pots) are looking a little wilted. Small wonder, with the heat index being upwards of 100 lately. So I turn on the hose and give everything a good drenching. By the time I go out for the mail (sometime after noon), they have perked up nicely.

So, when I later go to the Food Lion for a few groceries, I shouldn't really be surprised that when I leave, it's raining. No, actually, it's more like a monsoon. Still, I can't just hang out in the covered area by the entrance till it dies down, because it's still hotter 'n Hades and there's frozen dinners and ice cream bars in the bags. So I just slosh out to the car, throw everything in the back, and then head home. Still coming down in buckets. The car's a tight fit in the garage right now (too damned much junk), but I squeeze it in anyway so I don't get any more soggy than I already am.

Clearly I am responsible for the deluge. That's what I get for watering the shrubs.

My car needs washing, but I don't dare for fear of triggering another downpour.