They kept saying it was going to rain. Every time I checked my phone. Every time I spoke to someone at work. The amount of talk in regards to the inevitable rain was endless.
The rain never came.
The day of the much talked about rainfall was dry. I’d planned my day around it being quite the opposite. I’d imagined having to take a boat to work, perhaps borrow one from a friend.
“Have you heard about the rain? Would you mind picking me up in your pontoon boat in the morning? Maybe we can get some wakeboarding in during lunch.”
Instead I drove home during lunch in a car with dry wheels on asphalt that was dry under a blue sky. Wakeboarding would’ve been so much better than oatmeal and coffee.
Sometimes a little rain can be good.