Yesterday morning I posted my charming and oh so spiritual post about how much I was loving the rain. I’m sure you read it and immediately sat down to count your many blessings and sing praises to the Lord. Well, I can always imagine that’s what my readers do. If by some odd chance you didn’t read it, you can go here and read it and I’ll meet you back here in a few minutes. Just kidding, no need to do that (unless you want to of course).
At any rate I poetically and persuasively explained how wonderful the rain here in Arizona was yesterday. And indeed it did rain most all day, something I have not witnessed once since I moved here 4 1/2 years ago I believe. And I do love a good rainy day.
So as I headed out in it yesterday morning I was humming Eddie Rabbit’s I Love a Rainy Night in my head, except I was changing the words to “I love a rainy day” of course. I managed to locate my windshield wipers just fine, thank you very much, and they worked great.
I drove through the steady rain toward my church for Bible study and enjoyed the sloshing noises of the tires driving through the puddles and the steady beat of my wipers which were, by this time, swiping my windshield in rhythm with Eddie and me. I pulled into the parking lot and remembered that I would have to park far from the building because our church school was in session and most of the up-front parking spaces are blocked off at that time of day. No problem, I’d already located my lovely black and white paisley umbrella between the front seats of my van. It was neatly folded from the last time it had been used in 2008.
I gathered up my things, ready to step into the chilling rain, which was now pouring down much faster than Eddie or I could sing.
I pushed the convenient little button on my umbrella that opens it all the way with …one… little… movement and….