As anyone who hasn’t been living under a rock is well aware, there’s been some severe weather down around the Gulf of Mexico. In what could be construed as a sympathetic action, our own weather decided to go into “sturm und drang” mode… just a bit. Okay, so it rained off and on, and there were lightning strikes. It’s as if our climate was attempting to show some solidarity with the climate elsewhere in the country.
And if that’s not an egregious use of anthropomorphism, I don’t know what is. I do know for certain that the heaviest rainfall this evening was saved until the very minute I got off the last bus before home, however. The sky absolutely unloaded for the three or four minutes it took me to get home from the bus stop. Things cleared right up by the time I got inside and up to my room. Go figure.
If one were the highly paranoid sort, one would take that event coupled with the earlier “it’s not raining, I guess I’ll take this box out to be recycled, oh look it started raining just as I got all the way out to the dumpsters” event as a sign that someone up there isn’t happy with me… good thing I’m not that paranoid, huh?